Wendy B.

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Today was fourth session with Nick.  I was so sore from Tuesday and sooooo did not want to work out today.  I kept the appointment and did it anyway.  My back was killing me.  He made sure he didn't push me too hard since I was having problems.  I went out and did my walking yesterday and I walked this evening as well.  I have been cranky for the past few days.  PMS maybe????????  Anyway,  he was good with us.  We were both whining and he just gave it back to us.  It was pretty funny.  Next session is Tuesday.  I will do some stretching and walking this weekend.

Third session with Nick (trainer).  I am really achy now.  We worked a little on legs and arms but did mostly core and abs and we did some cardio.  I really love this exercise thing.  Certain exercises were harder than others because we have been working those muscles.  I really worked up a sweat today.  I have not been too sore after my workouts yet but I think that tomorrow I will be sore.  When Nick asked me if I was achy the day after he sees me, I told him no.  Maybe he worked me harder because of that.  He is EVIL!!  Just kidding.  Next session is on Thursday so if I am too achy, I will take it out on him when I get the boxing gloves on!!!!  LOL
 

So it has been a year since my Grandma died.  I miss her so much.  She was the most wonderful Grandma anyone ever had.  EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My life is so different without her.  I have a lot of positive things going on in my life right now and I wish she was here to share in the experiences.  I know she is always with me, in spirit, but it is just not the same.  I talk to her often and most times I know what she would say back but there are those times when I really wish she were here to guide me.  I really valued her opinion.  She was a wise, wise lady. 

Her heart lives on in me.
 

Growing Old

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.

Old Age, I decided, is a gift.  I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be.  Oh, not my body!  I sometimes despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt.  And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, or loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I've aged, I've become kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio.  I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.  I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.  Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.  They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken.   How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car?  But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion.  A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.   

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think.  I don't question myself anymore.  I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free.  I like the person I have become.  I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!  MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

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