To say that I’ve got some major pain going on in my muscles and joints right now would be a drastic understatement. My husband and I decided on our 36th Engagement Anniversary to not go out for dinner (like we have done faithfully for 35 years to celebrate), but to go and get a gym membership for me and work out together instead. My husband has been weight lifting for years and knows his way around a gym really well. He is fit. I am not. He said he would be my “personal trainer” and I said, “Fine, as long as you don’t make me mad.” So far he’s kept his side of the deal but though I’m not mad, boy, am I sore!
Now to all those who think it is my New Year’s resolution to get fit, you would be wrong. It is pure vanity. I plan on spending time on a few beaches in the next year and I’m attending my son’s wedding in August and I was stressing out over finding a bathing suit (for the beach) and a dress (for the wedding). I don’t much like clothes shopping for me. My five foot two inch frame is compact and may I say compressed. I am quite content overall, but I am starting to look more matronly and I’m just not ready for that! I see “hot” grandmas like Goldie Hawn, Suzanne Somers, and Jane Fonda and I get inspired to look like them. (Whatever you do, don’t Google “hot grandmas”…you may go blind 😦 )
The problem is modeling myself after celebrities who are tall, statuesque and let’s face it…there’s a good chance that their husbands are not their personal trainers, is ludicrous. So I have to be more realistic. I could certainly stand to lose some weight and in the process lose some inches, width-wise not height-wise, and hopefully that will lead to feeling better health-wise. In the meantime I definitely relate to these funnies: