Murraytalk

Last night as I was sleeping I went to roll over around 2 am and I got a shooting pain through my knee. Let me apologize right now for mentioning it....I refuse to become that old person that talks about their surgery's and their aches and pains every time you see them, but there's a point to this story. So I slept with my knee bent all night and woke up this morning wishing I had a High School football coach standing over my bed yelling " Suck it up Murray and get your ass out of bed - you have laps to run!" But, it was just me convincing myself to straighten it and suck up the pain - which I did. Anyway, I'm still in pain as I hobble around the house, but I'm hopeful when I do yoga this morning my knee will get it's shit together - I don't have time for this! My husbands theory is all my old injuries from when I worked out like a crazy woman are coming back. (good theory, beats the old age theory) When I was jumping around in the 80's teach...

I really don't know what happened... my fat jeans are too tight! No scales, just jeans is how I have always maintained my weight. Jeans make you accountable for every pound and every inch - I have jeans that range from a size 5 to a size 9, and lately I've been pulling my size 9 jeans up my legs like I'm putting pantyhose on. I've worked out most of my life - taught aerobics for years, spent 2 hours in the gym each day, walk at night and taught Zumba not that long ago. So what happened? I got in my "I don't give a shit" mood. Why? Because I'm home all day and can wear yoga pants - which would be fine if I actually did yoga. Also, my 2 year old granddaughter expects me to eat every time I feed her. Let's face it - there's a huge difference in a 2 year old and a 53 year old metabolism. She's sporting the cute little body with just enough baby fat where you say things like, I love her little rolls, and look at her cute little bel...