Sorry, couldn’t resist that old line from a Jim Carey movie. Anyway, I have found if I don’t take my walk every day or do some weights I get antsy. Go figure, me actually wanting to exercise, unheard of. If I miss too many days I’m afraid I’ll be vulnerable to the beasts’ voice. I was especially gung ho during the first 30 days of sobriety. I even put the ‘Couch to 5 K’ app on my phone and got to week 3 in training but my knees just wouldn’t cooperate. It’s really hard being a 45 year old woman in the body of a 62 year old! How did this happen? I’ve tried yoga, but that messed up my shoulder. It’s very frustrating to want to do things and be physically challenged. In other words, it sucks getting old… er. So, I have to think of ways to get some exercise every day. It’s hard with Baby Grace. If the weather’s in the high 40’s I take her with me. I tried walking the mall with her one day, I was the YOUNGEST one there! I’ll figure something out. I much prefer to be outside but those days are numbered. I get nervous. I need to move. I need to be strong to outrun the wolf.
On another note, my husband made it to Day 6 and caved. Says he’ll just drink on the weekends. Insert me rolling my eyes here. I said that a million times before. We all know how that is. I hope he means it. We’ll see. I’m disappointed but I get it.