Oh hell yes, I am sore, have had some aches and pains and wondered (really wondered) if I wished to continue this madness (my dau-in-law's comment, "hell, you are 70, eat what you want, makes me laugh). I am a sweet freak and trying my best to cut down on sweets. I don't give a shit what they say, a damn peach, pear,plum, etc is not a sweet like a chocolate brownie!!!
I have no idea what day this is but one of the things we do, or try to do, is posted sweaty face pictures. I guess this proves we sweat or something or at the very least, how unattractive we can be while getting toned, losing weight and developing a much healthier attitude.
Gotta admit some of these workouts are just unreal and altho there is a "modifier," I modify a bit myself. Like, lunges, grabbing my foot and pulling it up to my butt or how about getting down on al four, lift up and legs forward, now bring foot up to arm (are you nuts).
Every Wednesday, along with a sweaty face, you can make it wacky -- so this was this weeks version of Wacky Wednesday.
I'm gonna keep at this, its for a month and who knows, I may keep going.
Now sure about this drink tho. It's Shakeology and supposedly full of all kinds of good stuff but it tends to cause me some digestive issues (like mild constipation) and that is not good. I usually take a daily dose of MirLax to stop this nonsense,with Shake, I switch to a stool softener and not sure that is working. Now my daughter is "advising" me to not use MirLax or I'll rip my butt out or some such comment (she got her medical degree at Wal-Mart). Look it's quite simple, I will do what I need to do to insure this ole body functions as it should,amen.
On September 5th my youngest grandchild, who is 3.5 years,began pre-K (aka pre school) and what a cluster morning that was -- we had three different buses arrived (are various times) before the 3rd one was his and he was mighty upset when he couldn't ride one and finally when the right when did arrive, he was all smiles and happy as hell.
Needless to say his mother was calling the school, asking about the damn bus, knowing she was late for work, etc. He only goes half a day, so when they bring him back, they bring him to his house (wrong place assholes) and they call to learn what needs to happen (they have paperwork that tells them but who knows, can they read?) Anyway,eventually everything worked out and Clint was one happy school kid.
This is the second day, all "tagged" up and this time the bus was on time and all worked out nicely.
When I asked him how school was (he was busy playing in the sand mind ya) he replied, "great." End of story.
Ya, he likes school and that is good.
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