Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The Italian Spitfire pushed us hard last night — she brought in shake weights for us to use, so my arms got a great workout — but I learned from last week's lesson and took a good long hot soak before cuddling up with Mimosa and Smash, and my muscles are "vocal" this morning but not painful. I'll take it! Also, the Fit Blondie who usually opens the gym for us is away this week, so she gave me her key; I got there early to open up, which was just hilarious to me: me, the fitness nerd, in charge of unlocking the gym. I've come a long way, baby!
And get this: I also brought a basketball. And before everyone got there, I practiced shot after shot, perfecting my free throw. (I was never on a team, but my athlete brothers and dad made me shoot hoops with them all the time, and my choices were [a] get reasonably good or [b] chase the ball down our long, long street a lot, so I got reasonably good reasonably quickly.) Then two of my Dallin Auction pallies got there, and we played together, and it was total fun.
I will never be a jock, but I'm now comfortable being physical and moving my body in front of other people, and that is HUGE.
In other news:
One of my Math Practice kids got on my last nerve yesterday. Princess Entitlement and Princess Drama both have a habit of putting their heads on the table and refusing to lift them, which drives me wild, and then yesterday Princess Entitlement sighed, "I am bored out of my mind," and that was it. I snapped and said, "Then go back to your seat right now." She looked surprised: "What?" I said, "That is an extremely rude thing to say to me, you are leaving the group right now. Go." She darted away, astonished. The whole group was startled — even Glum Albie showed a reaction. Littlejay said quickly, "I love math, Mrs. Chardonnay!!" They were angels for the next 10 minutes.
So, yeah, time to go over the ground rules again and set two more. I will frame them positively (Be kind, and Recognize that sometimes you get your way and sometimes you don't) — but what I mean is, Get your head off the table, you brat, and Quit bitching that things aren't fair.
I do love these kids and I love doing math with them, but it's probably good that I only see them in 20–30-minute blocks. !!!!
Also, it sounds like my town will be hit with another big storm this week. Yesterday I went to Weather.com to see if there were any predictions yet for amount of snowfall, and I saw the enticing title, "Which State Is the Saddest?" Well, wouldn't you want to know?? (My predictions, without giving it much thought, were Wyoming, Montana, and either of the Dakotas, which shows you my prejudices right there. And I was utterly wrong.) According to the 2012 Gallup-Healthways Well-Being Survey, Hawaii is the happiest and West Virginia is the saddest. In general, New England did quite well, with most of our states hitting the Top 20 (Massachusetts tied for #9 with Iowa) — Rhode Island, alas, does not join its cheerful sistren (I blame the Mafia). Anyway — a fun diversion.
p.s. Actually, I expected the scale reading to be lower this morning, so I tried moving my scale to different spots in the bathroom and was gratified to see that this took off a pound and a half! I'm not "counting" that weight, but it was fun to see.
Scales . . . they are a mystery.