Saturday, March 7, 2009


Whoever created Pilates is a sadist.  Truly.  I bought an exercise DVD (cardio pilates) and it was hell.  Not so much the exercises....I could get my body contorted into most of them.  The issue is clothing, people.  I had on a pair of sweats, jog bra and t-shirt.  As I am laying on my mat, rolling around (I have no idea what the names of the positions are), my back started hurting.  Not muscles, but the places where my pants and bra hit the floor.  It was like getting a rug burn, without the fun.  My back was SORE in the places the clothing hit.  It hurt to even sleep on my back that night.

Are you supposed to do this stuff naked?  I tried it again with "yoga" pants and it wasn't quite so bad. But still - what about the bra???  Oh well.  I did the video a few times and gave up.  It was $12, so I guess I got my money's worth????

The yoga dvd is nice - have been doing that regularly.  I bought another one that is like a jazzercise class.  I was flailing around, a few beats behind the instructor, but figure some movement is better than none, right?  I was a bit sore the next day, so that felt good.  The dvd says "see results after 10 sessions", so I decided I will double up - 2 a day. Do you think that will work?? Doubtful, but I will give it a go.

Nothing new on the boy front. Went to visit J after his return from Mexico.  It was good.  Didn't see him this weekend, but hope to next.  Sometimes I like the distance...I like my alone time.  But others, it would be nice to be closer.

Had an 86th birthday party for my grandma last weekend.  She has never been one of those huggy, touchy, fun grandmas, but we love her.  She is getting a bit of dementia....she told my dad that when she got home from the grocery store there was a man sitting on her couch watching tv.  She sat and talked to him for a while then got up to make some food. When she came back from the kitchen, he was gone.  Sound realistic?  She said he looked nice so she didn't call the cops.  She doesn't remember any of the conversation but absolutely swears he was real.  After that, she couldn't find her purse.  My parents and niece searched the house fully (freezer, cupboards, basement, etc) and finally found the purse lodged firmly behind a dresser.  The only way the purse could have ended up there was for grandma (or someone) to place it there.  No one is really sure what is going on with her.  She lives alone, since grandpa is in the nursing home and we can't know for sure that she is taking all her meds (some are for early alzheimers) seems like it would be better for her to be in the assisted living facility attached to the nursing home where grandpa is, but she refuses.  And how can you make someone who is fairly independent do that?

Saw the movie The Wrestler last weekend - it was excellent.  But the ending!!??!! My SIL and I are in complete disagreement about it, but it was still a good movie.

Murray is changing.  He needs to be around/on me anytime I am home and sitting.  I can't even type on the computer without him walking across the keyboard or laying on me with his paw on the keyboard.  He didn't used to be so...not needy, but touchy???  He would get affectionate when he wanted, but it wasn't constant.  It scares me to think of him getting older/dying.  I know he is a cat, but he is my earthly baby...I don't know what I will do when I don't have him sticking his nose in my ear and purring - or laying beside me in bed.  I shouldn't complain about the constant touching, should I? 

I go see my beloved Dr. Hottie this week...sigh.  I haven't seen him in a year and can only hope he is still as lovely as before.  I just need to remember to wear light clothing for when they weigh me. :)  That is always a downer.

Speaking of downers, I used to be a fan of The Bachelor Jason M.  But after his proposal/breakup/new girl, I am done.  No more Bachelor for me (although I like Jillian, so maybe the bachelorette).  Jason kept saying "live life with no regrets" blah blah blah. It totally reminded me of my ex.  Puke.  I have plenty of regrets...mainly all those darn delicious twinkies I ate in my 20's....they are still being carried around in my hip/butt/thigh fat.  Ohhh, they were so good going down...if only they had exited my body instead of taking up permanent residence.