Just Dance

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As soon as I walked out the door yesterday, it started raining--HARD. The weather front had moved in. So what’s a girl to do when she can’t have her morning walkies?

She just dances . .  . Just Dance 4, that is, more accurately, Just Sweat.

My kidlet wanted this Wii game after she spent the night at a friend’s house and they played it for hours. On the non-swimming weekends, she’ll get up and start playing. I can’t complain too much, since she’s getting some exercise.

So once I tweaked the avatar my daughter made for me, I scrolled through the just sweat lists. My only complaint about this game is that the Just Sweat had times of 10-, 45-, 60-minute segments. What happened to 30 minutes? Or even 20 minutes?

I might not be the crispest cookie in the box, but I did know enough to realize doing the 45 or 60 minutes would be a bad thing. I might walk every day, but that doesn’t mean the rest of my muscles are ready for the big time.  

In the end, I danced to a variety of music in 10 minute aerobics intervals--five of them-salsa, punk, 80’s, cardio rock, and another one I can’t remember.

Erm, yes, I’m sore.

Though I’m a klutz much of the time, my old aerobics training came in handy as I was getting some of the moves down. If I couldn’t coordinate my feet, then I just kept them moving while I concentrated on the arm movements. Many times I was slightly behind the moves, so I didn’t score as well as I could have.

But I did score in the way that counted--I exercised for an hour and had fun on a rainy day.

What do you do on yucky days?

Later, Peeps!  

New Phones Lead to Dieting . . .

Trust me, I'll segue into the the topic in my usual roundabout way.

In November, we had to buy new phones for the house when we were finally able to move our number over to Vonage from the local carrier--long distance is no extra charge. Well, we were having issues with our phone, so it was cheaper to buy a new phone, than to fix the old phone.

--Actually, that's how I got a new 11-cup food processor. I needed a new bowl--the latching hinge was broken--new bowl-- $90, new food processor $110. Yep, I got the new food processor for Christmas.
--My hubster (who never reads my blog, except for today) feels strongly that it should be noted that I REQUESTED the aforementioned food processor for Christmas.
There--satisfied now? Hmmm?

Back to phones. If you haven't gone phone shopping recently you'll soon discover that they don't have 'wall phones' any more, at least not in the type of phone we needed.
I have a phone on my desk in the kitchen--like I need any more crap on my small desk--but I do like the fact that I don't have to get up only to discover some nimrod ignored our 'do not call' instructions. Now, I can simply ignore it or hit Talk and then hang up. :-)

So we have new phones, BUT we also have a postcard size cover on a major wall in our living area where the wall phone used to reside. EVERYONE who comes into my house will see this thing in the wall. It's in the living area, next to my kitchen and you have to walk by it everytime you go anywhere on the lower level.

Hubster's response to this problem: buy photo frames for Christmas. Three of them.

He had set up digital photo frames for two lobbies at work. Actually, six large photo frames and subsequent technology needed, were less than 25% of the budgeted monies for frames and decorations. He works for a small company and they take pride in their 'family-oriented' outlook.

Anyhoo, he bought the frames. Now he has to go through our pictures, cropping, turning, and deleting. I think we got our first digital camera about the time the kidlet was born. Earlier pics will have to be scanned in and fixed. We've had fun looking at the old pictures, but it has brought home how out of shape we've let ourselves become.

Okay, I'm out of shape. He's just had snow thrown on his hair.

I'm always reminded of the quote by Edna Mode in THE IMPOSSIBLES when she sees Mr. Incredible for the first time in years as he's waiting to be let in at the guard gate. "My God, you've gotten fat!" she says in her German accent. Yeah, that's me.

Both of us are working out. I've just started measuring my portions and writing it all down in a food diary. I like the idea of giving myself a year to lose the weight. I'd like to lose 40 pounds, but any loss is better than none.

So that's how photo frames became the reason for my dieting.

After I workout today I'll . . . Write On!