Morning All
I used to do weights, and loved it (deadlifted my own bodyweight + 2kg), but I had a personal trainer to keep me working and to keep my technique good. That was in one of those budget gyms, now I have a 'club' membership and I love the classes - pilates, total conditioning, aqua, body balance, but I'm stupidly scared of the gym equipment. Last night was Meditation which was fantastic, just what I needed, but getting a place is like winning the national lottery.
Ginger well done on the assignment, I love mature students, and have so much admiration for the ones who do it with children. (
'slut-shaming my dinner'!).
Hope, it's the close concentration that really hurts isn't it. My eyes are permanently sore at the moment. Hope the work eases soon - but I remember the pain of your former job, and the redundancy, that side of life must be infinitely better now?
Ma, I look forward to the "AIBU, My MiL is the most amazing, super, sober Babe" thread
. The wistfulness (good word) is so many things, hope, fear, regret, excitement; start hat shopping!
Twattage that holiday is positively running towards you - oh for some winter sun.
At the meditation class the teacher ended with a phrase I think I've read on Claire Pooley's blog (is it the Dalai Lama?) ;
"Its is not happy people who are thankful, but thankful people who are happy"
I just think the distinction is so important, and I'm trying to practice it. I am very thankful for the support here on the bus; thankful for the honour (a sometimes frustrating one) of seeing young people through an important stage of their lives, of seeing them grow and move on in my work; I am thankful for the recognition that giving up alcohol is not a loss, it is a gain, it is many, many gains.
My favourite side effect at the moment is that the skin on my neck had begun to sag and look crepey (it's not the right spelling but I hope you get what I mean) and I thought, that's it, I'm an old lady at 46, I might ditch the double chin, but I'll gain a wattle
. But no, it's gone, my jawline is still a bit podgy, but the skin is pretty smooth for an old bird!
Anyway, this is no longer an essay, it's a dissertation.
Have a good day everyone. Today we will not drink or we will moderate, and we will be the best babes we can be.