The road less traveled…thank goodness!

Heading home via the Florida Turnpike
Heading home via the Florida Turnpike

The last day at my job in Lake County; a 45 minute drive, one-way.

The clouds are still fluffy, which means I’ll probably make it home before the torrential downpour.

People can’t see to drive in the heavy rain, usually a white-out, so traffic slows to a crawl and 45 minutes becomes 90 minutes.

Traffic is light on my last day, because I left at 1:00 PM; before rush hour.

Now, I’m working for the federal government, a 20 minute drive, thank goodness!

Hopefully, you won’t read about Justme in the newspaper, unless I decide to throw my hat in the ring and give Hillary (and Donald) some real competition 🙂

 

 

Gird thy loins…

I’ve been reading Fitness blogs again…

Picasso's Reclining Woman-1954
My idea of a selfie

While neglecting my blog and weathering out the vortex of whirling arctic polar air, I turned to my trusty WP Reader to catch up on the happenings across the frozen blogosphere. Not so much going on, I guess. It seems unusually quiet, so I ventured into the Fitness blogs. Unlike the Health blogs, where everyone drinks green kale/spinach juice, the Fitness blogs are a happening place. There are typically 3-5 new posts showing up every second; so many it’s hard to click through them all. Eventually, I just started scanning the titles and a theme emerged…my life theme. Here’s a synopsis of the titles that captured my essence:

My New Fitness Goals

Yes, making new goals every year, because the old ones don’t usually work out so well.

My Goal for the Week

A month is too long.

Rethinking my Fitness Goals

When week 1 doesn’t go according to plan.

Burn off Halloween Candy by Doing These Exercises

Someone posted this on January 6th. I guess in March it will be time to work on turkey and dressing.

The Magic Pill

I wish!

Sixteen Weeks to Sexiness

Yeah, right.

January 6: Breakfast: Cheerios, Lunch: Chicken Caesar Salad, Dinner: Apple = 0.4 lb weight loss

That’s 4 ounces, right?

All About the Best Plastic Surgeon

Skip the plastic surgeon, this is a cheaper and more fun way to go…

I've surfed in a girdle before, haven't you?
I’ve surfed in a girdle before, haven’t you?

 

 

 

Beginning week 3

Running on a treadmill
Running my butt off, minus 5lbs!

^^^Click the audio strip (gray thingy) above for the full effect!

Friday night I hit my OBSL

Saturday morning my neighbor, DotVadar (not her real name, but what I call her), and I went and joined a gym. We’ve only been talking about it since before Thanksgiving. The gym is only 5 minutes from where we live, out in BFE (bum f*@# Egypt). This is one of our New Year’s Resolutions that we’ve slowly followed up on. Let me say, it has been a process, a veritably slow process I realize, but DotVadar doesn’t like to jump into anything without thinking it over for a while.

About 2 weeks ago, I finally worked DotVadar up to checking the place out. The gym is quite palatial, futuristic, and smells new. It’s also right next door to the senior center (smells older) and the tootsie roll factory (my term for a sewage treatment facility). Speaking of smells…but I digress. Anyway, we collected all the registration paperwork required to join, including a medical clearance form that needed to be filled out and signed by our doctors. Now, DotVadar hasn’t been to a doctor for 17 years. She has that ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ mentality and it has probably taken her that long to figure out what she needed to see a doctor for. Once DotVadar made up her mind (a lot of foot tapping), she made her doctor’s appointment and we (I made my appointment the next day) both were moving towards our goal. We managed to survive the doctor’s visits, the blood work, and the tongue depressors, only to find out that our cholesterol levels were in the FTD (fixin’ to die) range. Needless to say, we both got our medical clearance forms signed and each left their respective doctor’s office clutching new prescriptions for Crestor.

Now, I should mention that DotVadar and I are totally different body types. When DotVadar turns sideways, she tends to become invisible; whereas, I tend to appear as if I have a beer belly.

Tribal Fertility and Mother Earth Goddesses
DotVadar thinks she has a muffin top and I'm hiding what only appears to be a beer belly

Friday night, DotVadar’s hubby lit the fire pit just before dark. Which, in our neck of the woods means ‘the bar is open and all visitors welcome’. All of the neighbors have become accustomed to this ritual and tend to drift over and visit bringing various and sundry spirits. DotVadar and I only drink beer, as we have learned our lesson from past libations, so we keep her mini-fridge in the garage stocked with our preferences. While the night was still young, we decided to head to the gym Saturday morning  to register and become official members (let the workouts begin!). As the night progressed we imbibed and chatted with everyone that gathered around the fire. It was a lovely night, chilly but not frigid, and the stars twinkled overhead. All was good with the world!

Saturday morning was a different story. I do believe we had hit our OBSL (optimum beer saturation level) the night before, so it was somewhat painful Saturday morning when she texted and told me to be ready in 5 minutes. I grabbed my forms, sunglasses and a bottle of water and was waiting for her at the foot of my driveway. When she picked me up, DotVadar said she didn’t think we were going to be able to work out on Saturdays in the future. She may have a point there. Our NYR (New Year’s Resolution) was to join a gym, not give up beer!

How are your NYR’s working out (pun intended) for you?

My thanks to: WhatImeant2say and Heretherebespiders for my new acrimonious vocabulary and knowing that others around the world are having fun too!

JustI  🙂

From here to perfection in 9 easy steps

After more than 50+ years of New Year’s resolutions, you would think I would have reached Nirvana by now. Each year, however, brings the opportunity for a fresh start to strive for many of the same goals of yesteryear. This year I’ve decided to narrow my goals in hopes of reaching the perfection that always seems to loom just out of reach. I suspect that should I achieve perfection in one area of my life, the scales of JustUs will swing off  balance in other areas, allowing me more clarity for next year’s resolutions. Perhaps I’ve just been practicing for 50+ years, and now it’s time to get serious!

Road to Perfection
The road to Perfection

What path will your resolutions lead you down in 2012?