Last week I decided that I needed to face this winter head on so I went to see a chiropractor that looks at your total body and lifestyle and has a proven record of helping people with anxiety and depression like I do. I figured it couldn't hurt and I didn't have anything to lose.
Of course, his main suggestion was to give up pop. Good Lord, I don't smoke, I rarely drink, I have no bad habits but my Polar Pop which, even though it holds 32 ounces, I fill it all the way up with crushed ice and then fill it up with about 12 ounces of Coke, the equivalent of a can a day. Can I have no fun in my life?
I am now on day five of little to no coke. I have to tell you that I have been kind of cranky, but I am feeling better. I have also cut out cookies and bread. Oh, and M&M's and donuts.
I addition, he said that I needed to keep exercising. Today my friend Emily and I went to the gym to play racquetball. I took it in college and thought it would just come right back. She played tennis and thought that we could make it work. We were wrong. I took my racket from college that has not been used in about 15 years. Let me tell you what happens to a racket that has not been used in 15 years. The grip disintegrates in your hand. At first I couldn't understand why my hands looked like I had been working in the garden, but I quickly realized that the grip was missing. Who knew?
After a half an hour Emily suggested that Power Step class was starting and maybe we should give it a try. I told her that I have never taken an aerobics class in my life, and was rhythmically challenged, but I would give it a whirl.
I ran track all through high school and was in good shape when I went to college so I never joined in when my roommates would go to these classes. I knew I would make a fool of myself and couldn't see how this would benefit me in any way. The one time they talked me into it I tripped on the step outside of my apartment and scraped my knee. I took this as a sign from God himself that I was not cut out for this type of exercise and went back home. Here I am, a 40 year old woman, and thought that this would be a fine idea.
Let me tell you, it was a BAD IDEA! I thought it would be okay because the instructor had said they didn't do a lot of complicated choreography. I did okay as we were marching in place. I was fine while we did the stretching. I was even hanging in there while they did the step up and down, and then it all went horribly wrong.
First let me say that I was standing behind a woman that had the definition of BUNS OF STEEL. You could bounce quarters off that behind. She also had TWO STEPS. That means that she made the step higher to work harder. I was trying to follow what she was doing and still maintain an upright position. They started to do this "L" move that I still can't figure out. Turns out that was the easiest move they did. I can't even tell you what the other things were. I alternated between marching in place and laughing out of control. I managed to move the entire time, and not take anyone else down with me.
Tomorrow I am going to try Zumba for beginners and seniors. You might want to stay away so I don't hurt you with my attempts at dancing.