how difficult it is...
A new lump (part of this strange thing called panniculitis) on my hip, and the attendant pain, put a stop to any form of exercise for nearly two weeks now…and HOW difficult it is to get the old body going again!
Mind: Well, you lazy lump of lard, are we going swimming or not? Body: Can’t you see that it is raining? M: It WAS raining…yesterday. Today it LOOKS as if it might rain….and it might not. B: But it might…. M: You know perfectly well that once you get into the pool you like it and you actually grin all over your face while doing the backstroke in the rain. B: Yes, but… M: Butt is right, also tummy. UP! B: Tomorrow, def-in-ite-ly tomorrow… M: That’s what you said yesterday. B: I am consistent! M: Oh yeah…you have been pretty consistent with those five-star restaurant meals, wedding feasts, and midnight snacks… B: But I am generally careful what I eat… M: You want to be like your mother and spend your time in and out of the hospital? B: That was an unfair crack. M: That’s why you exercise…I hope you don’t think that regular exercise is going to make you look like one of those gorgeous starlets…you will be a fit geriatric, that’s more than enough. B: That was an unfair-er crack. Sob! M: Sob is right. SOB stands for…no, not that, I couldn’t call you Son….. Stop Occupying Beanbag! GO swimming, NOW!
Well, I think, today, finally, Mind is winning…see you lot after my swim….