But, too few to mention.
Now, which surely you have already anticipated, I’ll mention them anyway. It’s like the ridiculous phrase, “it goes without saying” followed immediately by what it was that doesn’t need to be said.
There, I’ve said it.
That’s my big regret. I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s been two years that beyond the wimpy walks I take a few times a week, I haven’t exercised at all, not for 10 minutes. First, it was because my knee hurt too much before the operation and then after the operation I became accustomed to being lazy.
Why sugarcoat the truth?
All I can say is, which is worth saying: Thank goodness my planned closet purge can also be categorized under my broad lifestyle approach: Wimpy Effort. However, the upside of not being as active on that front as I should have been is that it is full of different sizes of clothes.
My closet is sort of like a retailer in that regard, a retailer that only sells black, black, black, navy and some grey that is. Fortunately I found one of my black swimsuits and as we all know, they have an amazing stretch capacity, but I was shocked to discover it was almost crispy from non-wear. I need a new black maillot.
Never mind. As My-Reason-For-Living-In-France always tells me, “You can’t change the past. Move on.”
Well, yesterday I moved on. I mean I really moved on.
I re-started my aqua gym classes. Several of my old pals where there and I do mean “old” in some cases. The group ranges in age from young women in their 20s to less young women in their 80s.
The instructor, whom I could barely hear above the blaring music, yelled out over the pool to me, “Are you English?” (At least that gave the class a few seconds to stop exercising so they could look at me.)
“No, I’m American,” I yelled back.
“Oh, I love Americans!” he screamed.
I think that bodes well for my exercise program.
I’m in serious training for a couple of very special events in the U.S. this fall. I’ll tell you about them when the time comes.
It’s all so exciting.