Who's fighting?

Being so wrapped up in the busyness of Christmas, I've not had time to pay attention to my fitness agenda as much as I'd like.  And I've paid for it.  Not only do I have less energy, less strength, not sleeping as well at night, my back has also been bothering me for several days now.  At first I just thought I'd pulled a muscle, trying to recall what I did, when I did it, and coming up with no answers.

And then it dawned on me.  Callanetics.  When was the last time I did Callanetics!  That's it.  It had been almost two weeks since I'd completed a session of Callanetics, and when I go that long without it, my back is always the first to let me now.  It's amazing how therapeutic that exercise routine can be.  It seems so simple, so primary, one would wonder how it could possibly be worth one's while.  How could it be so effective?  Nothing could be further from the truth.

Upon realizing this, I took time yesterday to do about 40 mins of Callanetics.  I lit a candle, turned on the Winter Sonata station of Pandora -- the perfect accompaniment for Callanetics, soft, flowing, relaxing, contemplative...

Oh, to read the mind of Michael Whalen!

My body thanked me this morning.  I woke up this morning with no back pain for the first time in several days.  It's as if I'm walking on air, limber and loose and poised.  It's the best workout.  And it's even more effective if done consistently, no less than once a week.  

We went to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner last night.  Upon arriving and being seated at a high table in the bar section, our hostess asked if we were staying for the fight, and we replied no.  Thought nothing of it.  Just as we were finishing our meal, a group of guys next to us asked us if we were staying for the fight.  We replied no.  He said, "Oh, okay, we were just wondering so we could use your table...we have more friends joining us."  We obliged.  

It was a yummy meal.  Hot BBQ wings.  It hit the spot.  I'd been craving wings for a couple of weeks.  I was wearing my new black boots I'd gotten for Christmas, new jewelry, lots of layers -- always fun to wear layers in winter -- and I had moved on from my emotional storm of missing Zach and being distraught that he'd not received his Christmas gifts -- STILL!  I knew I couldn't dwell on this and drown in my muck.  It had been a sunny day, and as part of my "recovery" I bundled up and sat out in the sun to read my latest editions of Veranda, Vogue and Allure that had arrived in the mail, while sipping my green tea cleansing cocktail.  All methods to my "healing."

Leaving BWW, I was looking forward to maybe building a fire on the patio under the stars...or watching a movie via Amazon Prime...and I began contemplating my options ...

JFD:  Wonder what time the fight comes on?

T:  I’m NOT watching a damn fight.  You’re on your own.

JFD:  Who said I wanted to WATCH the FIGHT?  I Just wondered when it was coming on.  Did I say I wanted to watch the fight?

T:  Fine.  Whatever.  So... Who’s fighting?

JFD:  Who gives a shit?  I just wondered when it was coming on!  You jump to conclusions --

T:  Okay, okay!  I get it!  I just didn’t want to spend the evening watching a fight.  Just sayin’

JFD:  Did I say I wanted to watch the fight?

T:  Yeah.  Fine.  We’re moving on now.

JFD:  Fine...Good background music… 

Vivaldi's Adiago "Winter" had been playing softly - ironically - on the CD player. I had to giggle out loud.  Had to!  Life is funny sometimes.