Happy Father’s Day

and many, many more.
Only I really can’t have two HUGE meals on the same day ever again.
Not after the year of doing nothing. From now on, that’s what the last year, the recovery from the smashed ankle (WHY DID I TRY TO WALK ON IT right away!?! If I would’ve just sat on the steps of the Colosseum looking pitiful and waiting on the Italian EMT’s to get there, I would’ve recovered a heckofa lot faster) will be referred as:TYoDN.
After TYoDN, I look like it’s been TYoDN. Any muscles I used to have have gone the way of the dinosaurs. And let’s be honest here, I didn’t have that much muscle to start with. I mean, back in the day of physical fitness tests (HELL) I was the poor kid hanging from the pull up bar with the coach saying “Come on, give me one. Just one. You can do one.” And I never said the words out loud but I was thinking something along the lines of “do you think I’d be hanging here giving myself blisters and breaking nails if I COULD give you one &U%&^@#?!
A handful of years ago I figured out there was one (YES, ONE) fitness workout I LOVED. The eliptical. And I like Pilates ok.That’s it.
But I’ve been pretty much eliptical free for the year. AND Pilates, Dear Gahd, Pilates would be scary right now. But it’s time to reacquaint myself with those two activities because if I don’t, I’m gonna have to go shopping again, and Lord knows I’ve got enough sizes in my closet, I don’t need any more.