Just got my exercise for the day -- drove the car around the block to find a new parking spot that's not on the street cleaning side of the street. Then walked ALL the way back inside and sat at my desk again. Phew. I feel great.
That's my smart ass way of admitting how pathetically out of shape I am these days. Gotta work on that. At least lifting kids keeps my upper body fairly strong. But as I sit here I have a sweatshirt rolled up behind my lower back because it is killing me, and I can almost feel my thighs getting mushier. The other day Kelsie told me my body was "wiggly." Which I presume means jiggly since I wasn't doing any kind of a wiggle dance move at the time.
I'm too young for this. (and yes, I recognize that just yesterday I posted an article about my 72 year old mom tap dancing and performing for exercise)
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