September 5: A few hours ago, anxious as heck, I sat in the parking lot at my local gym, waiting. On a whim I signed up for a membership last week with some friends and tonight was my first time visiting said gym. We were taking a 30 minute #HIIT class and while I was excited to try it, I was crippled with fear and anxiety. I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been. My belly gets in the way of everything. I’m not bendy in any way. Like at all! And, I have hip issues. I hate being watched. My anxiety made me get to the gym 40 minutes early. Scared I’d be late. Scared to show up after the class started. Everyone looking at me. So I sat in the car waiting. Fretting. Beating myself up for letting myself “go” all these years. If I had stayed in shape, I wouldn’t be scared I’d throw up in front of everyone. I fretted until the very last minute before the class started. But knowing I had a friend waiting and counting on me made me move my butt out of that car. Inside the gym, I swipe my pass and I can
This weekend was sooo busy. Ok, it wasn’t much different than any other weekend around here but with Friday nights shared bottle of wine (you can read about that here), I was a tad tired and slow moving on Saturday so it felt totally brutal.
Saturday started with hockey practice for my son, and while I usually sit in the arena to watch him, I was too crusty and cold so I sat in the warm waiting area....I spent the time drinking my much needed coffee, and blogging!
Then off to bring my daughter to gymnastics in the afternoon...which honestly I can’t really complain about because I get 90 minutes of either A) chatting up my friend Pam and catching up on our week or B) having 90 minutes to zone out from parenting. This week was option B and it was so fabulous! I was basically spoiled having an hour to myself at hockey practice, and then almost 2 hours again at gymnastics.
Then off to my parents house for dinner, shenanigans, wine, and hair dying! Yes I must confess, much to the horror of my hair dresser, I’m a boxed dye kind of woman. You may call me cheap but hear me out for a sec. My hair grows really fast, and my grey hair has been coming in with a vengeance. While I’ve embraced the grey hair (or the idea of it) I still want all the hairs on my damn head to be one colour. Keeping up with the regrowth and shiny silver strands means I’m dying my hair every 4-6 weeks at the very least. Sooo ya, it’s easier to do the DIY thing. No waiting for appointments or spending my shoe fund on hair. 🤣
Today something else super special happened that will probably end up getting its own post: my daughter finally got her very first pair of figure skates! Is she going to be a figure skater? No (probably not). Can she skate? Also no. But we do love taking the kids to public skate here and there and while we tried to get her to lean how to skate a few years ago (total disaster) she’s expressed interest again and I think she’s finally ready to learn. I can’t wait for her to take her first steps onto the ice....I will never forget buying my first pair of skates and taking skating lessons as a kid....this outing today really brought back a flurry of memories that I’ll share soon in a future post.
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