Someone at AARP thinks I'm old. Ok, I know I'm turning 27 in a little while but last I checked that was still pretty far from 50. Not according to AARP, though. They keep sending me letters and stuff trying to get me to sign up. Today I even received one that had a CARD in it! They said I just needed to pay and call to activate my account. WHAT? I'm not that old! Really!
On the other hand, my body thinks it is. I have worked out to the walking portion of my DVD these past two days and I am SORE and beat! (I think there's a chance that I'm getting a cold, so that's not helping the situation.) Branden came home today while I was getting my walk on. In a way, it was kinda embarrassing because he's never been home to see me do any of my exercises. On the other hand, I feel good knowing that now someone knows I'm not bluffing.
It's not that anyone has said to me, "Yeah, right, Amber! You probably haven't gone on even one walk!" No, quite the opposite. Everyone has been very supportive and I have heard that people are proud of me- I'm a little proud of me, too. :) But nobody has SEEN me do anything... Except for people who don't know me but drive past this chubby young woman walking at the side of the road and swinging her arms like a flailing-thing. Ok, so my arms are more in control than that, but I do swing them BIG time. Other than these people- who don't really count in my book- everyone has just accepted what I've said. And it's not that they shouldn't it's just... Nobody I know had witnessed anything till today when Branden walked in on me while I was doing toe taps to along with the DVD.
Now I'm seriously considering going to bed in the next hour or so. There's actually work for me this weekend so I can't afford to be sick. If things go the way I think they will, I will work about 20-22 hours in the next two days and we NEED that money. So, I think I shall say good-night, finish gathering the garbage- tomorrow is garbage day- and climb my aching body into bed. Good-night!
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