Feast and Then a Famine

My grandma Emma used to say, "Feast and then a famine." I knew what she meant, --that lots of good things go on and then there are days and days with nothing special at all.

My feast and famine is about exercise. I didn't do any walking in the last several days. But today I exercised at Aquarobics this morning and then this evening walked 11 laps on the track at the high school. Let me tell you, it feels good! Now, tomorrow. I don't want there to be a famine tomorrow. I need to work in some exercise tomorrow, too.

Posted by: NJ on 8/30/2004 6:57:07 PM , 2 comments

Submitted by Leslie at 8/30/2004 10:36:00 PM

You've been a busy lady today.

Submitted by NJ at 8/31/2004 7:14:49 AM

Exercise was just about the only thing I did, besides computer stuff and laundry. But the exercise did feel good.

Comments

mary lou

teehee!! just tell them you are 10 years older than you really are, and they will tell you how great you look for that age!!! ;)

9/9/2008 3:00:29 PM

Phyllis (at work)

Happy belated Birthday!! So....how old are ya? hehehehehehehehe just kidding!
I act & feel much younger than I am, but at times my body tells me I am MUCH older!!

9/8/2008 11:44:11 AM

marylou

I dont jump in, but I do walk in fast, and then dunk under to get wet all at once. It is much better.

8/12/2008 3:39:00 PM

mary lou

Smart DOG!!! :)

7/8/2008 11:40:09 PM

Mary Lou, I really understand why you would not want to join the crowd at the beach at 3 in the afternoon to save a place to see fireworks at dusk. I'm sure they must be spectacular, but we can now remember spectacular and the allure of being home or close to home right after the fireworks is too strong. Good choice.

7/6/2008 9:10:32 AM

mary lou

I forgo (ed) (went) whatever the fireworks this year too. THe big ones were last night, and you have to get to the beach about 3 in the afternoon to get a place anywhere close, and since I can not walk far, I said Nope! We went to my Nephew's wedding yesterday and I came home pooped. SO I went to bed early and watched the neighbors blow up the world through my bedroom window. I Am so glad the woods did not catch fire.

7/5/2008 5:02:10 PM

Lorraine, I can understand your dismay at that meal! I can't make myself eat liver, but I could eat beets, at least a very small portion. Our tastes do change. I have learned to eat, and usually like, carrots and sweet potatoes. When I was a kid I didn't like watermelon, but now I like it, so I know our tastes do change.

7/3/2008 7:22:16 AM

lorraine

I used to hate beets as a kid. My mom always served them with liver and onions, which actually used to make me gag. I would sit at the table for hours because I wouldn't eat them and my parents were part of the "clean plate club." Now I like pickled beets. Sometimes our taste for certain things change.

6/30/2008 9:54:11 AM

mary lou

I have a whole backyard of those...my renters let them all die, and now they are pretty in their own way, so I just left them.

6/29/2008 9:36:57 PM

Mary Lou, that's exciting news. It took such a long time, didn't it! As it grows taller, you can take a cutting from it and root it and the plant will start branching out. It will bleed a milky liquid and you need to let that dry a day or two before you put it into water to root. It should grow beautifully now.
Thanks for telling me.

6/20/2008 12:25:42 PM

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