Pushing Pushups…

Last week…I started back to the gym…I tried going last winter…and made it a few times…but…honestly…my heart wasn’t in it…and…I don’t think my body was either…even though it had been a year since my Chiari surgery…and even though physical activity should have been good for me…it made me feel worse instead of better…so…I quit going…

Anyway…last week…it just felt right…I actually…wanted…to go…and the cardio honestly felt good…after a few days of just cardio…I did the weight machines…it felt so good that I didn’t want to stop…except that I knew I wouldn’t be able to move the next day if I didn’t…

I’m looking forward to going after work today…maybe doing a yoga class…

Bertha…says the whole gym thing reminds her of my tendency to try to rush things in my life…trying to push through…instead of just waiting until I’m really ready…following someone else’s sense of timing rather than my own…

And…that makes me think of giving birth…and how…pushing…before the time is right…is counterproductive…actually slowing things down…

Hmmm…she’s right…I do have a tendency to try to push through…several areas of my life just flashed before my eyes…as today…I take the advice that I will soon be giving to the kids at school…

Stop pushing

Jane

The Trouble with Exes…

They don’t stay in Texas…unless of course…you live there…and then…where else would they be…or so it seems…

Honestly…for the most part…I never have contact with my…once husband…unless…there is something going on with the kids that we need to discuss…which is almost never since they are grown…or…there is an event…such as a wedding…but…more likely…a funeral…that brings us together…

It started years ago…his uncle died…he was a man that I admired and respected…he was my daughters’ great uncle…the girls were too young to go alone…I took them…it seemed only natural to do so…

I attended his father’s service…he attended mine…I loved his parents…he loved mine…we both love our daughters…it seemed only natural to do so…

And…it was…or at least it is…in my family…when my step-father passed away last winter…I laughed and said there were enough exes there to be pallbearers…and there were…thankfully they weren’t all mine…but…Grandpa had touched each of their lives in some way…they needed to pay their respects as well…

Not to say it wasn’t awkward at times…but…there were no tense moments…no snide remarks…only condolences for the loss of a great man…

Maybe…it’s not so bad…that those exes…don’t stay in Texas…

Jane