April 15, 2006

Work it. Work it Baby, Work it.

This post may ramble just a bit - so stick with me. I really do have a point in all this. I promise.

The Little Blue Cracker House is old. Plaster walls and ceilings. It really needs a paint job, and I'll get to that....some day. Meanwhile, I do what I can.

One of the things I dislike most about this house is the fact that it has popcorn ceilings. What a pain in the ass. You can't wipe them down, can't wash them. The only way to "clean" them is to vacuum. And even that isn't 100%.

So yesterday I got a bug to clean. I mean really clean. I tore the living room apart. Washed all my crystal and glass pieces. Cleaned everything I could. Then....I vacuumed the ceiling. When I finished in that room I did the ceilings in the kitchen. It took f.o.r.e.v.e.r.

This morning? My arms feel like someone had pulled them from the sockets. My back feels like someone beat me with a chain. I hurt. HURT I tell you.

But what frustrates the hell out of me is the fact that nothing else hurts. The other day I went for a nice walk. That walk included a shitload of stairs. I had hoped that I would feel some burn in the legs and ass area showing me that I had actually gotten some exercise.

No. Not so much. Oh - I reminded myself of how out of shape my heart and lungs are. Damn.......I couldn't believe how bad my lungs are right now. But the rest of me? Nope.

So I came to the conclusion that I must have been in better shape than I thought. I haven't lost all the muscle tone I worked so hard for all those years. Nope. It just has a layer of fat over it, keeping it from showing in all its glory.

That's got to be it. Right? I mean for pete's sake. It's the only thing that makes sense. Cause I sure hate to think that the only decent workout I'm gonna get is cleaning my flippin' house. If that's the case, I may never see shorts again!!!!!

Posted by Tammi at April 15, 2006 08:42 AM | TrackBack
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