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Getting Fit Fridays {vol. 5}- You Better Work!

As I said in Volume 4 of Getting Fit Fridays, last week was tough. Sorta sick-y. Struggling. I may or may not have spent ALL of last Saturday crashed on the couch watching The Walking Dead marathon.

I confess that I went to my Sunday afternoon workout with my Biggest (Winners!) Losers girls in such a Grinchy mood. I did not want to go. But I did go. And I worked pretty hard and *SHOCKER* my attitude improved immensely by the end of the time.



It is amazing how exercise affects my mental health. Can I get an AMEN??

I’m such a toddler.

“I don’t WANNA do my exercise. No! No! No! I don’t LIKE it!! Waaaaaahhhh!”

Yeah, it’s embarrassing, but true. And a couple of weeks ago, I was all, “oh, yeah, going for a walk, no prob…blah blah blah.” PSHAW!!

Ugh! I’m so whiney. But when I have done it—something, anything to get moving—I feel great afterwards. My mind feels clear. I am so glad that I have done it. And I wanna give myself a fist bump, but that would be weird, so I don’t.

Mental fist bump! Oh yeah!

The thing is just making myself take that first step out the door and making myself go for a run or go to workout with my girls even though there are about a gazillion other things I think I need to be doing instead. Sometimes it is hard to fight that pull of all the other things in life and use them as excuses to eat poorly or take a day off from doing something active.  My friend, Cris, called me out yesterday—

“That’s just an excuse,” she said, when we were chatting.

WORD, girl! WORD! She pushes me, and I love that. Okay, not right away, but she is right, and I do love it and appreciate it.

I am beginning to see some physical changes. My balance is improving. Three weeks ago, I could not do Tree Pose (a yoga style pose we do in a class I have been to) without nearly falling over. This week, I could do it! I can plank longer and my form is better now. Three weeks ago, I could barely hold my booty up or either it was sticking up too high! I can do a real push up now, y’all!! I feel better physically, aside from the creeping crud of last week, of course—just in general, I am feeling better.

Since I am only weighing and measuring once a month, I feel like it is important to recognize these changes, so I have a frame of reference for how far I’ve come and so that I am not just focusing on that number. You know, that number  which enslaves so many of us women. I have to tell you that my scale is still in the back of my car. I never brought it in after that first weigh in. And I think it should stay there because it would be too tempting to get on it every week and then get all crazy over a number that may or may not be any indication of my success.

I just keep hearing a song in my head…♫♪ You better work! You better work it, girl! Do your thing. On the runway…♪♫  (LCD*, again. What can I say?) I’m not looking to be a supermodel, but I know that I better WORK IT. You follow me, right?

So, I am working it! This thing is WORK, y’all! You can’t “sashay shantay” your way through it. I am a work in progress. And when I don’t want to do it, I am doing it anyway. It is the only way to get to where I want to be.

So, tell me, how are you working it these days?


*LCD – Better known as Lyric Compulsive Disorder. This is a diagnosis I (made up and) gave myself due to my uncontrollable compulsion to associate song lyrics, and subsequently sing them aloud, with pretty much any situation or statement I hear. LCD sufferers UNITE!

Getting Fit Fridays appears weekly here at Red Van Ramblings to chronicle my fitness journey and more importantly, to increase my accountability. Do you need to get back on the wagon? Do you need some help and encouragement? Join with me, if you’d like. We can do it—together.


Filed under Getting Fit Fridays, Health and wellness, Music

Monsoon, Day 2

“The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain.  This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you’d just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.”  ~Susan Allen Toth, England For All Seasons

While I *should* be doing dishes or laundry of prepping for this week’s lessons at the co-op, I am sitting here sipping my Earl Gray and catching up on email and Twitter. Meanwhile, Emma has already been dropped at school and Jacob has yet to drag himself out of bed so we can get cracking on our school day.

Frankly, I can hardly blame him.

The much needed and yet, really annoying, rain that has been falling for more than 24 hours kinda makes you want to stay in bed and sleep the day away. You may just call it really rainy, I call it monsoon. Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to. Whatevs.

These are the days that are made for snuggles, cocoa and old movies.

Yeah, not gonna happen. At least, not today.

As my friend Sweet Brown would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”

So, I call holler upstairs to Jacob and say, “Have you got your days and nights mixed up, boy??” “Time to get moving!”

And with that, I should get moving myself. Sigh.

By the way, Monsoon, Day 3 is headed my way tomorrow.

If you have not seen it, please enjoy my friend, Sweet Brown, because everybody’s got time for that:

Sweet Brown–Ain’t nobody got time for that.


Filed under Day to Day, Music, Videos


I’ve spent the last four days unplugged. And it was not easy.

This was not planned. I took my laptop on our little getaway, thinking I would do some writing. Or work on school stuff. Or at the very least keep up to date with Facebook and Twitter. And whatever other earth shattering, up-to-the-minute and not-to-be-missed details were going on in the world!

Nope. Not happening. The expected internet connection was out of commission.

You should also know that I am the proud owner of a non-smart phone, just your basic talk and text, since I am too much of a cheapskate to pay for a data plan. So there was no web that way.

I just had to “rough it”—sad, right? Sad that I consider no internet connection roughing it.

Once I realized that I would not be able to check Twitter every 10, okay, every 5, minutes, I took a deep breath and threw my hands up in surrender.

Guess what?

I enjoyed the time with my family, at my Happy Place—the beach. We were with extended family that we only see about twice a year, which was great. My hubby and kids jet skied for the first time and had a blast and I had a blast watching them! It was a wonderful time…except for when it wasn’t…when I saw how short-tempered and easily irritated I can be.


Being unplugged allowed me to be free of distractions, the distractions which apparently usually distract me from how very unloving and impatient I can be at times.

Oh, it’s true, and it’s not pretty. It’s a harsh reality for me, the friendly, chatty gal that most people get to experience. I will often save the ugliest part of myself for my husband. I will spare you all the gory details, but trust me when I say, a big old helping of “bless his heart” is in order!

Why do I do that?

I was reminded of 1 Corinthians 13, often read at weddings and referred to as The Love Chapter. Here it is, in part:

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8 Love never fails.

Okay, if love is patient and kind, then I am not love. If love is not proud, then I am not love. Not self-seeking? Not easily angered? It could easily also say, love is not a control freak, not a fun-sucker, not moody…

Wow. I am failing miserably at this love thing, which I have seemingly been working at for a really long time.

I whisper a prayer: God, help me.

(Y’all ever send those prayers up? The “God, help me” prayers? When you just don’t know what else to say?)

Here’s what I know:

Actions without love are empty.

Love without action is a gyp.

Here’s what else, I am not love. Apart from God, who is love, I can love no one. God, help me to get it right. Because, like this song (and scripture) says, without love, I am bankrupt:

The Proof of Your Love by For King & Country


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