I've been spending some of my early morning hours sweating up a storm with Shaun T. and his Hiphop Abs. No, I am not gunning for a six-pack like his. I just thought it would be nice to find my abdominal muscles again beneath the layer of flab covering them up. I hope to get abs instead of just this one big ab that I have right now. Good thing is I seem to be losing some weight, hurrah!
The strange thing about working out is sometimes strange ideas interrupt my efforts to concentrate on my rhythm (which is next to nonexistent) and my huffing and puffing - not so much from working out as from trying to restrain myself from flipping Shaun T. the bird as he cheerfully urges me to "c'mon, give me four more!"
I wish the ideas interrupting my train-of-workout-thought were something worthwhile like, oh I don't know, maybe a solution to world hunger or a way to get a nice old git to send me a birthday present (on the 22nd, when I turn 37). But nooo. As I'm tilting, tucking and tightening and endeavoring to count steps (a huge undertaking for me since I suck at counting and all things having to do with numbers) and with sweat pouring down my cleavage (or what passes for one) and the crack of my ass, questions like "Is a cold Brazilian wax better than a hot Brazilian wax?" slither into my mind, like maggots squirming in and out of the orifices of a week-old corpse.
I'm hopeless, I know. Concentration isn't one of the handful of virtues I possess either.
I'm so looking forward to spending a few days soon with Nunu's Mum, who flew in from England a few days ago, on Boracay island in the southern part of the Philippines, where she and her husband will be opening a restaurant/bar. Oh, to feel the white sand between my toes again, the salty, balmy ocean breeze running through my hair, to bask in the shallows under the moonlight or to spend the evenings
So that's some of what I've been up to recently. I hope everyone else is well and happy and kicking major butt.