For some stupid reason, I’ve had this dumb song in my head all frig fragged day: Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree… merry, merry king of the bush is he. Laugh Kookaburra, laugh kookaburra. Gay your life must be. It’s on a neverending loop of crazy making and I have no earthly idea how it got stuck up in this noggin of mine. It’s not like I was listening to the Only Play Really Annoying Songs Radio Show hosted by Barney, the purple dinosaur. If you don’t hear from me for a while, know it’s because they don’t allow Internet access in the padded rooms. Stop the Frimsanity!
Moving on… it’s winter. Don’t try to talk yourself out of it. It’s winter. If it was still fall, snow wouldn’t have fallen. I’ve been kind of dreading the winter for 2 reasons… A.) I get that seasonal affective disorder (aka SAD) in the winter and 2.) It means that my days of exercising outdoors and enjoying it is pretty much over with for the next 8 months. You’d think with all this extra fat padding I been blessed with (gag me a river, Martha), I’d have plenty of extra warmth to get me through those frigid winter months. That ain’t the case with me because I’m also anemic, so don’t make enough red blood cells to keep the blood flowing warm. Stupid good for nothing fat cells… what have I been paying you for!? See this tiny violin… I’m playing it just for me.
Why am I blathering on about cells and fat and frigidness? I’m currently trying to figure out how I’m going to set me up a realistic exercising routine for the winter… something I’ll enjoy as much as I have the biking outdoors and the walks. Last winter I stayed inside and rode the recumbent bike all winter… which is cool and everything and it totally gets the job done, but I don’t look forward to riding that thing. It’s boring… and I’m all about exercise being something I look forward to… something that helps me unwind at the end of the day.
Today I went and did the unthinkable… the thing I said I’d never ever ever ever ever ever (add 32 more evers in your head… this is getting nuts up in this chocolate factory) do again. What’s that you ask? I went gym shopping. THE FRIMFRAMITY! I’ve had several gym memberships in my day… and I’ve never enjoyed them. The smell, the crowded feeling, the claustrophobia, the germ factor, the stares fat chic on a treadmill gets… Just don’t like it. But, I think I need more exercising options… so, I shopped. I haven’t signed up for one yet… though I did get me 7-day free trials from 2 of them. The extra expense is not something I’m excited about… but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Kookaburra and Barney, the purple dinosaur agree!
Question of the Day: Do you have a gym membership? What do you pay per month? Any locals have any gym recommendations for me?
I took this video tonight as I was riding the recumbent bike… this is how Lucy (more about her in future posts… though you might recognize her from earlier this summer) helps me exercise:
That plastic thing is the foot strap that I refuse to wear due to claustrophobic feet! She’s like a lionness… do not cross me, foot strap! Also, shush up about the videographer… you try vidoegraphing whilst riding 16 mph on a bike with fat flabs hitting you in the face! I rest my case…