I think I've told you guys before that I'm a big fan of Richard Simmons.
It started waay back in High School. Back in my actively anorexic days. (anorexia is like what I've been told about alcoholism...the demons never leave, you just keep beating them with a stick whenever they decide to pop up again).
Anyway, back in the day..as it were...I would exercise to Sweatin to the Oldies...the ORIGINAL. (yup, I did say waaay back when). I love that the exercises are basically dance routines and that Richie (as I can't help but call him) is simply hilarious. He's a ham from start to finish and every time I find myself laughing. No matter how many times I've seen the tape.
So, at the beginning of '08 I decided to get back to exercising.
I started off walking the halls at work for 15min each night...but eventually got too busy to do that.
I tried walking the neighborhood, but it petered out too. Then I found a boxed set of Sweatin to the Oldies Vols 1-4....well, now, that I just couldn't pass up!!
I figured if I got bored with one DVD I'd just switch to another one and still keep my schedule going. Trying to exercise each night that I'm home alone in the dead of night. This worked pretty well until my recent schedule change. Now that I have 4 days off every week I'm switching to days for that stretch. This is planned and is a very good thing for the family. I get the chance to do things with the kids and give hubby a break that I just don't get when I work scattered nights and have to stay on a night routine. However, the down side to flipping my schedule every 3 days is that I no longer have 4 nights a week with hours of time to myself. This means I've lost that time when I did all my sewing....and all my exercising.
As with all schedule changes adjustments are being made and I will over the course of the next month figure out good times to add these back in. In the meantime I have started back to walking the halls at work for 15min in the dead of night. At least on nights when I get a "dead of night" time. We'll see how that goes.
A couple of months ago I got rather bored and found myself googling Richard Simmons for no good reason other than staying awake at work. After surfing his website for awhile and reading all these stories I realized that MY story is just like the others on his site. So I clicked on the "contact Richard" linkyloo and fired off an email letting Richard know how I've been dating him on the sly for YEARS AND YEARS now. In order to send the email you have to fill out this form wanting name and address and phone number stuff. Well, I hate those forms on principle and never fill in the correct information. So, putting my middle name as "last name" and leaving off a number or two of my address I filled out the form and sent in the email without giving it another thought. I mean really, he probably has an entire staff of mail screeners donchaknow!
Imagine my surprise when I see an envelope last week addressed to my first and middle name with this bizarro version of my address laying on my dining room table along with the day's mail.
Now, it being more than two days since I fell off the turnip truck I'm entirely aware this quite possibly wasn't written by Richard. And it's probably a stock phrase/signature.....and I am not a person who gives a flip about getting autographs. I mean not.at.all.
But for some reason this little cardstock pic gives me encouragement....and when I look at it I find that tiny spark of motivation to get up and exercise again....