The Personal Trainer Dilemma
Okay, so at almost 40 (OMG!!!!!) my body ain’t what it used to be and having had two kids to boot hasn’t helped either. So I’m thinking – what to do?
I have tried to shift the extra pounds myself with not much luck and to be honest when one jumps on the scales after a month of depriving oneself of the finer culinary things in life and finds no movement of the dial, it can be a bit demoralising. What I need now is a drastic measure in the form of a …Personal Trainer.
I was very gong ho about this idea until I saw their charges!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tell you, I’m in the wrong line of work. To be honest in these credit crunching times I don’t have £40 an hour to pay anybody even if they promise to turn my body into a Halle Berry clone. I can think of better things to put my money towards – like the finer culinary things in life. Ha ha.
So that idea is canned – for now or until I win the Euro lottery.
I have tried to shift the extra pounds myself with not much luck and to be honest when one jumps on the scales after a month of depriving oneself of the finer culinary things in life and finds no movement of the dial, it can be a bit demoralising. What I need now is a drastic measure in the form of a …Personal Trainer.
I was very gong ho about this idea until I saw their charges!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I tell you, I’m in the wrong line of work. To be honest in these credit crunching times I don’t have £40 an hour to pay anybody even if they promise to turn my body into a Halle Berry clone. I can think of better things to put my money towards – like the finer culinary things in life. Ha ha.
So that idea is canned – for now or until I win the Euro lottery.
posted by Pilgrimage to Self at 12:45 pm
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Hey! I just stumbled back here and I am thrilled that you are blogging again...!!
Aahh...the battle of the bulge...my friend says in order to win, one should make it less about results and more about consistency!
She said.
Stop by sometime.
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Long time away from reading or bloging
This post just remided me of this chain letter I received a while ago
Old Age, I decided, is a gift
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being impe! rfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
Stumbled on this blog from the Naija Bloggers award page from 2006.. Good to know some of you earlier bloggers are still kind of active..
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