Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Working Out

I had the surgery on my foot three and a half weeks ago. I had to walk in a boot for three weeks, but now it's off. I have been exercising at a place called the PLEX. It is a place where professional athletes work out, and it's been a lot of fun. The trainers are outstanding, and know how to give you a good workout within your limitations.

So, I have been doing a lot of upper-body strength training, but not much leg work. Which makes me very happy about how my arms/shoulders/back look, but disappointed in lower body stuff.

On the other hand, I have made arrangements to *finally* begin teaching Jazzercise again in August. I figure once I am released to full activity, I will be able to build up my strength and stamina again. I am a little nervous, but I like having a goal.

The cool thing about working out with professional athletes, is that I have been letting go of some of the negative self-talk I've often done. The pros work out for two to three hours at a time. They have a morning workout and an afternoon workout. Then they often do some kind of other physical activity in the evening.

It teaches me that if I want to have a muscular athletic body, I have to put in the time. If I'm not willing to put in the time, there's no use whining about not having the body. One begets the other.

Also, on the thought of "working out," I am pleased to say that we have a contract on a house in Lake Charles, and I have a place to teach Jazzercise as of today. So a lot of things that have been up in the air are now solid. I am SO pleased.

Sunday, July 04, 2010

Summertime Pictures

A turned six in May. I asked him what kind of treat he wanted to bring to his class, and he chose chocolate chip cookies. So we made them together.

Went to the Houston Museum of Natural Histroy. Among the cool things we saw and did, I think's J's favorite was getting eaten by a dinosaur.

Pool time. The game is "splash as much as you can!" (I know my boys look alike. This is R.)

What is summertime without getting ice cream all over your face? Especially if you are four. (E).

And, of course, no summer is done without MY birthday! T supervised the boys making a cake for me. Yum!