Busy weekend, went to a work picnic. It was cool that my son had a good time, he actually told me that, which is rare. I usually have to ask him, before he volunteers information. It was contained but still more excitement & enthusiasm than I’m used to seeing expressed there. It seems this was because he and I had fun playing Frisbee together. Something so simple making him happy. It reminded me of when I was young and used to do a lot of active stuff. I was never an athlete type (to much practice & discipline) but I was pretty active , hanging out with boys & keeping up with them… that was a long time ago huh.
Then as I got older I got most of my exercise through walking and doing heavy labor. I loved rehabbing things like helping carry sheet rock & putting up shelving. Now that’s the kind of exercise that I like these days- doing something practical, getting something done while burning calories, hard labor. I have good memories of helping my friend lift this cast iron radiator, lifting refrigerators up fights of stairs, stuff like that. Unfortunately I also remember when I was starting to “lose it” and things then became a fight to keep from going downhill. I never forget helping move this one wardrobe up some steep stairs, I happened to be the one on the bottom pushing up. It was hard, but that wasn’t the kicker, during one of the pushes I felt the muscles across my chest/lungs tearing. After that I just wasn’t the same- no more “supergal”. I still have good stamina & persistence, and when I need that energy /drive boost it usually comes forth. Maybe if I lifted weights again (which is a good idea anyway) I could get some of that strength level up again.
Anyway, I think I might have had a bit too many calories at the picnic, oh well I’m glad my son had a good time…
A bit was bad for me (aside from eating and extra burger & peach cobbler) once the started playing the reggae music towards the end of picnic, it reminded me of how much I love dancing, and how much I miss dancing at church! Oh well, nothing is perfect on earth…just have to dance at home for now.
Later on, I went to the evening service at “our old church”. It was a good message, right on things God has been dealing with me about. I was sad one of my old friends and their hubby wasn’t there. Very sad indeed.
Then as I got older I got most of my exercise through walking and doing heavy labor. I loved rehabbing things like helping carry sheet rock & putting up shelving. Now that’s the kind of exercise that I like these days- doing something practical, getting something done while burning calories, hard labor. I have good memories of helping my friend lift this cast iron radiator, lifting refrigerators up fights of stairs, stuff like that. Unfortunately I also remember when I was starting to “lose it” and things then became a fight to keep from going downhill. I never forget helping move this one wardrobe up some steep stairs, I happened to be the one on the bottom pushing up. It was hard, but that wasn’t the kicker, during one of the pushes I felt the muscles across my chest/lungs tearing. After that I just wasn’t the same- no more “supergal”. I still have good stamina & persistence, and when I need that energy /drive boost it usually comes forth. Maybe if I lifted weights again (which is a good idea anyway) I could get some of that strength level up again.
Anyway, I think I might have had a bit too many calories at the picnic, oh well I’m glad my son had a good time…
A bit was bad for me (aside from eating and extra burger & peach cobbler) once the started playing the reggae music towards the end of picnic, it reminded me of how much I love dancing, and how much I miss dancing at church! Oh well, nothing is perfect on earth…just have to dance at home for now.
Later on, I went to the evening service at “our old church”. It was a good message, right on things God has been dealing with me about. I was sad one of my old friends and their hubby wasn’t there. Very sad indeed.
