Zumba!

I went to my very first Zumba class tonight.

What is Zumba, you ask? It's a type of aerobics that consists of Latin dancing and constant movement. There's even a website dedicated to all things Zumba. Check it out...Zumba!

So, this was my first workout other than walking in YEARS. I wasn't even sure that I could keep up. And I definitely didn't think I could do it for an hour. But I did! I did a much more low-impact version than the instructor. But I kept moving. And sweating. And burning calories.

When we were done, I felt great!

Terri and I have decided to attend a class weekly through December...in Vincennes. After that, hopefully we'll be attending those same classes here in God's Country! THAT would be ideal!

I know, I know...

I said I was going to try harder to post more often. I'm not sure what it is. I have been filling more of my time with Mary Kay. But my plans to spend more time on my fitness and my home haven't happened yet. So, I'm not sure why I can't seem to find the time to blog.

I do have one theory. Every time I find myself wanting to blog about something, I find myself poking fun at or pointing out the negative aspects of something. And I don't really want to get in that habit. If I'd just spend a little more time on the 'idea', I could swing it in another direction, making it more informative and less entertaining at someone else's expense. On the other hand, I want to be witty. And sometimes it's more of a challenge to be witty and informative at the same time. Whereas being entertaining at someone else's expense is all about being witty.

So, I've been pulling back. Instead of mocking absolutely ridiculous commercials or venting about the latest happenings on my favorite shows, I just roll my eyes and change the channel. Instead of writing about the strange habits of one of my co-workers or venting about my son, I simply talk to myself out loud, rather than sharing it with the world wide web. Instead of complaining about being tired or whatever ails me this week, I type up a journal entry for my 'private' blog and feel the satisfaction that comes with publishing an entry...even though my faithful readers don't get to see it.

I'm pretty sure that NO ONE reads my 'other' blog. But I've posted to that one 49 times since the beginning of September. This one? A mere 16 times in the last three months. Shameful, I know.

My 'other' blog, my 'private' blog, is strictly a journal. I don't worry about entertaining anyone. In fact, I mail in updates that post immediately for that blog. I rarely go view it myself. I type up a journal entry and send it to a particular email address and al-la-peanut-butter-sandwiches, it's there for the world to see...if they just knew where to look for it. No pictures. No editing. Nothing special. Just the random, raw thoughts that were running through my head when I started typing the email.

This one, not so informal. I spend time trying to decide what's appropriate to share. I try not to be offensive. I try to be witty and sometimes even informed. I type it up and edit a couple of times. I make sure the font is the same as previous posts. And I find just the right picture to go with it. And if I don't think I have the time or energy to do all of that, I don't even complete step one. I put it off until another day. And then another day. And yet another day. Until three weeks have gone by between my blog posts!

I've thought about doing more of a journal here. But that could be less than entertaining for the readers, especially since I tend to use several acronyms and only first names. And I've thought about chronicling my Mary Kay efforts or my weight-loss efforts. But again, I figure that would be pretty boring to someone who isn't trying to accomplish the same things.

So, do you have any suggestions? What do you want to read? What do you want to know? Tell me all about it.

Sesame Street

Sesame Street is 40 years old this month. Wow, I had no idea that Sesame Street was older than me. I turned 39 yesterday; Sesame Street turns 40 on the 10th.

I haven't seen Sesame Street in years. In fact, I'm not even sure what channel or what time to look for it. But I have memories of Sesame Street. I'd imagine we all do.

For many of us, that was our first introduction to Spanish. We learned about hard G (Grover) and soft G (George). We got to figure out which one of these things doesn't belong here. Every episode was sponsored by two letters and a number. And even though we usually didn't know (or care) who they were, there was never a lack of celebrity guests.

But things have changed in the past 40 years, even at 123 Sesame Street. For instance, when I was a kid, there was no Elmo. Grover was the cute, cuddly monster. And he wasn't loud and annoying either. No offense, Elmo. I'm just sayin'. And Cookie Monster used to eat cookies...A LOT. But with the ever-growing childhood obesity problem in our country, even Cookie Monster has had to adjust. I wonder if Oscar is still a grouch or if he was enrolled in some anger management course.

Congratulations, Sesame Street, on your 40 years of success in teaching us and our children...about letters and numbers and manners and how to be a good friend. I hope you have another 40 years of unbridled success.

PS. To my faithful followers, I apologize for my long absence. I promise to try to do better in the future. lmd