Just returned from the local gym where I took a “Zumba” class for the first time. That sound you’re hearing? Me gasping for breath. And I imagine you will hear major moans and groans tomorrow when every muscle in my body that was Zumba’d tonight demands to know, “What the hell were you thinking?” (Ever notice that? Why does exercise—that is supposed to be so good for you—piss off your body so much, as if it’s trying to talk you out of continuing your journey to betterment? Why doesn’t it encourage you to continue that journey, such as immediately dropping 20 pounds or so overnight? Or at least make you feel glowy instead of 50 years older…) (Yes, that would put me at 103).
I know, I know. I’m terribly out-of-shape, and I’m an old fart, and the positive benefits take a while, blah blah blah, eye-roll. (It’s a journey, after all…)
It was actually pretty fun, or I should say: I can see that there could be a time when it would be fun. Tonight I felt awkward not knowing the moves, pretty much stumbling & fumbling my way around. And while I’ve always enjoyed shaking my booty, it’s a different story these days with said booty being more like the back end of a bus…
Maybe this will help remedy that.
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So, last night I had a Facebook chat session with Nate that was sort of a downer! Even though he does really like it in San Diego, he’s feeling lonely. My sarcastic self had to throw out there, that he’s probably majorly missing all his buds back here at home that he spent most of his holiday leave with. But he’s apparently surrounded by really young sailors (18- and 19-year-olds), and he doesn’t feel that he has anything in common with them. The good friends he made in boot camp and then at the Great Lakes training center, have all dispersed around the country (and world), so he’s starting over again with getting to know people. Which I’m sure will be the way of the Navy. He’d also like to meet a young lady and actually have a relationship for once in his life (although, unless she was also in the Navy, I would think that would be very difficult). At 23, he’s never had a serious girlfriend. (Judging by some of his silly/raunchy Facebook posts, I can sort of understand why…) But what really shocked me was learning that he’s on “hold” with his next phase of schooling (sonar training) until March or maybe even April! I thought he’d be classing up this week! That’s a long time to have to paint rocks white around the landscaping, and clean shower stalls with a toothbrush. (If they really do that; he’s never complained much about that sort of tedium). But holy cow! I hope he can stay busy with something that’s not too depressing. Poor guy. He gets this way sometimes, and that’s when he really loves his mom. 
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Well. Since dinner isn’t going to make itself (and since husband isn’t making it either), guess I’ll haul this tired and sorry ass out of my chair and come up with something. Pity party!
