Getting A Life

I'm "Getting A Life!"

Are you?

Thanks to everyone who chimed in on the topic of being pathetic. It's interesting to know that our patheticism revolves around our lack of a sex drive (excluding Piddler, who is a sex goddess in her own right--you go girl!)

If you were even too pathetic to leave a comment to enter the contest, you still have till Friday, 5 p.m. to do so. A winner will be named early next week.

In other news, ways Manic Mom is now getting a life:

It's 8:05 a.m.

I'm up!

I'm awake!

I'm cheery.

I've been up for 2-1/2 hours, and have already walked FOUR MILES! Yes, you read that right. Four miles. To me, that's a lot. And I walked four yesterday. And the day before that, I walked SEVEN! (Three to Starbucks early in the a.m., then the four-mile route my friend and I are combatting.)

I've decided this is absolutely the only way to jumpstart my metabolism and if that means I have to get my a$$ out of bed every morning at 6:00, to get the exercise in and to feel good about myself, then this is what I have to do.

So. There.

But, it's not like I haven't BEEN exercising. I average 4-6 times a week some sort of exercise, whether it's strength training, walking, yoga (I even swam twice last week). I don't know why my body is so freaking rebellious?

And I've also decided that if this doesn't kick my metabolism into gear, then the hell with it all, and I'll just resign myself to being a big ole blimp and eat anything and everything that gets in the way.

The other goal my walking pal and I have is that we are expecting at least one cat-call, horn-honk, whistle-blow per walk. We have to walk till we get that. And believe it or not, yesterday, some tattoo-clad dude in a white work truck did whistle at us. And the shocking thing was it sounded sincere! Walker pal and I both fell to the ground in gratitude. I was sure as the truck was passing us, the dudes were saying, "We sure made those old ladies feel good." Thank you boys!