I walk a lot. I love to walk. Unfortunately, I walk so slowly most fitness experts would not consider what I do when I move one foot in front of the other as walking, per se. Call it "moseying along," if you will, or "Not quite sitting on the couch watching TV."
So I'm trying to pump it up a little bit by trying some aerobic workouts in my own home. I now have a Step Aerobics DVD, which I like quite a bit, and the other day the mail brought a lovely little number entitled something along the lines of "Dance Away the Pounds While Appearing to be Soliciting Gentlemen on a Street Corner."
I mean, the hip rolls you're instructed to do! The saucy catwalk--"Put some attitude in it, girls!"--the bumps, the grinds. I was a little chagrined to be doing it in front of the dog. Clearly, this is a DVD that will have to be hidden from the boys.
Was it fun? Yes, it was fun. Could I do half of the dance moves? No way, and not out of modesty, either. Just sheer lack of coordination, I'm afraid. Will I do it again? Sure, but only with the curtains drawn. Yikes!
I'm writing this on my new lap top. It's a MacBook of all things. My mother is so excited--she's a Mac gal from way back. She and Jack are now on the phone for hours a day, configuring. I have no idea what they're talking about. Really, a Mac is wasted on me, but Jack, being the techno geek that he is (yesterday he took MacBook for Dummies to read during the slow parts of church), is thrilled, and I now have a new tool with which to make him mind me. Want to use the MacBook? Go fold the laundry. Believe me, it works.
I haven't finished painting the trim in the upstairs hallway. I keep hoping that if I don't get around to it, my husband will. I could just ask him to, and he would, but then I'll lose all my painting cred.
The dog is being suspiciously quiet all the sudden. Must run!
3 hours ago