As you know, I’m fat and happy. But since my dad died, I’ve questioned my own health. I know he got to a point where he just quite taking all his medications and stopped going to the doctor. I didn’t know it then, I do know it now. And it frustrates me to no end! I cannot put my family through that kind of stress. So it’s time to start making healthier decisions. (Tis News Years!)
Which brings me to ‘Classical Stretch.’ This is a show on public broadcasting lead by a retired ballerina. It’s geared towards women over the age of ME. Think “postmenopausal”.
From the get go I think to myself, “oh how cool! Sissy et al. would probably love to do this with me since she’s using ballet terms! How on earth could this go wrong?!” Always a dance mom!
5 minutes in before I need to pause it. Dear Lord, Her et al. this is embarrassing! Do not, under any circumstances post about this shit to your poor blog lovers.
Sorry Her et al.iens, I just don’t listen to reason. Now I am a religious exerciser, see my daily routine here. However, the increase in activity requirements from that exercise routine to Classical Stretch is depressing.
Here’s an example. Click it and do it with her. You’ll feel my pain!
I can only assume you’ve unfollowed me now and I’m sorry. Come back once your body allows you to forgive me.