“Thick and Tired Of It”

“Thick and Tired Of It” ~ This is a quote by Mary Tyler Moore who, I think it is safe to say, was probably never “thick” a day in her life. Being “thick” is a common feeling for those of us in Middle Age…that unmagical place that is nothing like Middle Earth…being ‘thick’ is not necessarily something that automatically happens but, for me anyway, there is a reason and so I confess…

My name is Roxanne and I am a foodie.

I am not the kind of foodie that writes reviews, I am the kind of foodie that loves food…all food…except for spam and liver. I like to blame my love of food on my Italian roots. Italians are known for their food, both the food they make and the food they eat. But then again, I am also Irish. The Irish are not known for their food. Nobody has ever said, I feel like having a nice Irish meal tonight, unless of course it’s St. Patrick’s Day when we consume copious amounts of Corned Beef and Cabbage as a nation, whether we’re Irish or not. Washing it down with Guinness seems to make it that much more enjoyable and helps us to be oblivious to the fact that “corned beef and cabbage” is not really an Irish meal, but that’s another story for another time.

There comes a moment in every foodies life when we have over-indulged, the thickness  has caught up with us, and we decide it’s time to do the “E” word…exercise. My first clue that this was the case for me was when I was teaching my high school students about adjectives. I decided to make the lesson interactive. Students had to pick a name of someone in the class and give two nice adjectives describing them. The clincher was each adjective could only be used once. I’m still not sure why I included my name, but I did. It was chosen by one of the boys. His first adjective, was “funny.” His second adjective was “squatty.” How that fell into the realm of “nice adjectives” is still a mystery, but I quickly decided that “squatty” was not how I wanted to be described. This presented another problem. I do not like exercise. I’ve made the decision to exercise many times. In my younger days I exercised fairly consistently. My children have vivid memories of sitting on the couch when they woke up watching Mommy finish doing her thing so they could have breakfast. My exercise of choice was either Reebok Step Aerobics or Charlene Prickett on It Figures. I will  even say I think I must have almost enjoyed it back then.

Now, whenever I plan to exercise, if I even think about exercise, I’ve noticed an automatic response from my body…I get sick. When things make us sick, or give us a bad reaction, we rightly conclude that we are allergic. And so, I have come to the logical conclusion…I am allergic to exercise. That being said, and wanting, nay needing to start exercising again and not wanting to be sick, I came up with a brilliant plan. I meandered through the possibilities available on YouTube, and told myself, exercise“Maybe someday I’ll  exercise again.” Then, I woke up yesterday morning and just did it. I pulled up YouTube, found my old Reebok Step Aerobics, and started stepping.  It’s a bit harder than I remember. It’s also a lot longer. I got halfway through the 45 minutes and deemed my plan a success. Day two I decided to find something shorter. I found a video just as old, the instructor is a man with a mullet, but it’s only 23.5 minutes long AND I can do the whole thing! So far, I’ve got 2 days under my belt, we’ll see if I can keep it up. If not well, maybe being “squatty” is really not that big a deal!

 

 

About Not That Big a Deal

Roxanne has a gift for writing and making people laugh. She enjoys sharing both with as many as she can.
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