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".