Workout!

     Just finished a workout.  Barre Blend on Beach Body.  So dumb.  Me, not the program.  58 and doing a Beach Body workout?  Who am I kidding?  I did do most of it, with modifiers of course.  My goal? To not feel like the 20's version of The Aging Blob.  Nothing like being 5'5" and weighing in close to ____ lb.  No way am I typing that number.  And it isn't denial. I'm very much aware of how much weight I've gained in 2 years.  Don't need it on paper to be reminded constantly of how I've suddenly begun to look like a senior citizen of the female persuasion. Women, you know what that means.  Bigger thighs, bigger butt (and not Brazilian) flabby belly (where DID that come from?) and wings.  Not chicken wings either.  So, I leave for Mexico in a month and a half for my annual 2 week vacation from hell (hear: cold, frigid Canadian weather) And I am DETERMINED to lose 10 lbs.  I think that is a very small and attainable goal.  My problem will be sticking to it.  As usual.  5 days a week.  And eating a well balanced healthy diet.  No chocolate.  No peanut butter ---maybe. Reduce the bread.  See if I can shake up this aging carb body of mine before March 1st. 
     Yesterdays workout consisted of 1 1/2 hours of shovelling snow. Thanks to Mother Nature who felt that a second good dumping was necessary in as many days.  I do thank god though that I don't live in Newfoundland. 76 cm of snow!  Nurses trapped at hospitals unable to leave.  With my luck, that would be me.  Along with the snow came the wind.  I dislike wind, and that's a polite way for me to say it.  Even in summer, I dislike wind.  More so though, when my face freezes, and I get an ice cream headache without the indulgence of the ice cream.  I had on 2 pairs of leggings under a pair of jeans, warm socks, thinsulate hiking boots and heavy duty thinsulate mitts.  In the end, my butt was numb, thighs were numb, and the rest of me was sweating profusely.  I should have had a coffee with rumchata when I came in. That would have warmed me up. Instead I showered, put on a very warm fuzzy top my boys bought me for Christmas and promptly fell asleep on the couch. 
     Tomorrow will be DAY 1.  Need to think of a catchy theme/title for this journey which in the beginning, may feel like torture, but in the end, I hope will be rewarding.  I hope to look in the mirror and speak my mother's favourite saying........"not bad for an old broad".

Life

     Put simply, I've wanted to start a blog for a few years.  I've looked up how to blog, when to blog, where to blog. And each time, was too intimidated to even start.  I'm not teaching anything. I'm not cooking anything.  I'm not making anything. Well, I might make something.  I love taking pictures. Scenic pictures, not people pictures, unless it's family or close friends at a gathering or celebration.  I enjoy reading and have my favourite authors. I have started to paint rocks in a lame attempt to get off the computer. I'm a nurse.  A nurse so close to retirement I can smell it. I knit, crochet.  I have done cross stitch, which, when life got busy I put it down and have yet to pick it back up.  That might not be easy though.  I got my eyes lasered 5 years ago.  I was so tired of paying upwards of $900 every 2 years for glasses.  The result was dry eyes and reading glasses and a much more difficult time doing anything that requires the ability to see close up. Still, reading glasses are cheap compared to what I had.  
     I tend to ramble on about things, especially things that involve common sense or lack there of.  I ramble about pet peeves, my cat, my neighbour to the south of me, drivers, pick up trucks and their owners, politics, and women. Especially women who have no interest in the world around them, events, life, how to have a baby and what to do with said baby afterwards, instagrammers, and politics.  At times, I do stand on my soap box and afterwards just shake my head. And wonder, "what has happened?"
     What HAS happened?