tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post563908772709326608..comments2024-03-15T15:41:21.785-05:00Comments on Midlife Roadtripper: Exercise is Absolutely an Ugly WordMidlife Roadtripperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-86200055996212352212009-03-16T21:22:00.000-05:002009-03-16T21:22:00.000-05:00Thanks, Jennifer. Will let you know how it goes.Thanks, Jennifer. Will let you know how it goes.Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-78597342488970699122009-03-05T22:35:00.000-06:002009-03-05T22:35:00.000-06:00Love your blog, Julie. I can almost hear your voi...Love your blog, Julie. I can almost hear your voice saying these things. As for exercise, you are light-years beyond me. My latest scheme is to get an iPod, learn how to use it, download an irresistible book, and listen to it only while exercising. <BR/><BR/>I got the iPod for Christmas.<BR/><BR/>Ahem.<BR/><BR/>(But I still think it will work.)<BR/><BR/>People have told me quite a bit about the kind of job you've gotten. I'll be interested to hear how the peculiarities strike you. <BR/><BR/>Those photos knock me out. That heron . . . that sky . . . that dock. . .Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-54352690374412596552009-03-03T23:43:00.000-06:002009-03-03T23:43:00.000-06:00Not your husband, but there is a relation.Not your husband, but there is a relation.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-19671368971865339952009-03-03T17:54:00.000-06:002009-03-03T17:54:00.000-06:00Dear Anonymous:This sounds EXACTLY like something ...Dear Anonymous:<BR/><BR/>This sounds EXACTLY like something my husband would say. Hmmm....Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-23629704835412497542009-03-03T15:14:00.000-06:002009-03-03T15:14:00.000-06:00Make it a point to drive right by the Y on your wa...Make it a point to drive right by the Y on your way home and remember they are taking money out of your checking account to pay for your membership. It works most of the time. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-24816353778202621752009-03-03T14:25:00.000-06:002009-03-03T14:25:00.000-06:00SMB - So glad to hear mornings weren't good. Seems...SMB - So glad to hear mornings weren't good. Seems to give me license not to go that route.<BR/><BR/>Liar - Really? Buda has Y? That a lie, right? Guess it's been too long since I've been. We need to fix that.Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-90186723444067401912009-03-03T14:22:00.000-06:002009-03-03T14:22:00.000-06:00Wendy,Just had a great time perusing your blogs. S...Wendy,<BR/><BR/>Just had a great time perusing your blogs. So much to learn from you that it's okay you don't exercise. You're having much more fun than I am at the Y.Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-69277959357451148082009-03-03T14:01:00.000-06:002009-03-03T14:01:00.000-06:00Midlife, menopause..."Wait does shaking martini's ...Midlife, menopause...<BR/><BR/>"Wait does shaking martini's and lifting the glass to me lips count??"<BR/><BR/>Absolutely that counts. Twelve ounce curls, right?Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-40256789627530997452009-03-03T14:00:00.000-06:002009-03-03T14:00:00.000-06:00Jocelyn,And having living in Austin, MN you are on...Jocelyn,<BR/><BR/>And having living in Austin, MN you are one of the few people who know how to pronounce Hormels properly, I"m sure. I can't imagine that with all that exercise you look like the before picture, but that certainly cracked me up AND made me feel better. I'm not alone!<BR/><BR/>A grand hello to you also.Midlife Roadtripperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06700277803842883251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-51102076132457699252009-03-02T19:10:00.000-06:002009-03-02T19:10:00.000-06:00Oh, and those yoga/pilates classes are at like 6:3...Oh, and those yoga/pilates classes are at like 6:30 and 7:30 p.m. I don't do anything in the morning but slog around till I can drag my butt to the car and hit the gas (on autopilot) to the J.O.B.Fragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-89356568268076066122009-03-02T19:09:00.000-06:002009-03-02T19:09:00.000-06:00Well, I have made a sneaky maneuver to trick mysel...Well, I have made a sneaky maneuver to trick myself into exercising more regularly. I joined the Y! Yes, we have one out in Bumfuck Buda. It's a huge, beautiful one with free yoga and pilates classes several times a week. I'm going to bend and contort myself into those classes and work up to kickboxing and, dare I say it, the Bootcamp class. Bikini by June!<BR/><BR/>Living largesse, baby.Fragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-52218210593654810482009-03-01T23:08:00.000-06:002009-03-01T23:08:00.000-06:00I don't mind getting up early but I don't want to ...I don't mind getting up early but I don't want to move.......at least like that. I used to go to the gym at 5:30 am everyday for a year. I hated life. I'll stick with after work.Smart Mouth Broadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12157189992200894945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-10192189417959855702009-03-01T20:19:00.000-06:002009-03-01T20:19:00.000-06:00I was going to suggest a few of those mini-powdere...I was going to suggest a few of those mini-powdered donuts, but then realized maybe you actually wanted REAL advice. Sadly, when it comes to exercise I have none!Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03115002505324651653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-84107162230221892082009-03-01T19:49:00.000-06:002009-03-01T19:49:00.000-06:00Oh, btw, Holly is actually Beth. I didn't really m...Oh, btw, Holly is actually Beth. I didn't really mean to sign in as Holly, but it popped up as the automatic sign in so I was too lazy to change it. Anyway, seriously, time travel is the only answer. I get up at a decent hour, do some exercising, set the machine back to before I started and then go to work. Works like a charm. You see how I've kept my girlish figure. Just be careful. If you don't use the machine right, it could blast the earth right out of orbit. Other than that, no worries.readsalothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06142260998392806875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-43427356795514344522009-03-01T19:45:00.000-06:002009-03-01T19:45:00.000-06:00Time Travel. I have an extra quantum emulator arou...Time Travel. I have an extra quantum emulator around here somewhere.readsalothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06142260998392806875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-1515543895805401372009-03-01T17:20:00.000-06:002009-03-01T17:20:00.000-06:00Okay.....I don't do the exercise thing....Wait doe...Okay.....I don't do the exercise thing....<BR/>Wait does shaking martini's and lifting the glass to me lips count??<BR/>Buh, I detest "organized" exercise. I run around so much doing crazy days that I just can't fit that in, you know?<BR/><BR/>Steady On<BR/>Reggie GirlMidlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04189854037804749722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-18939665556873132802009-03-01T14:34:00.000-06:002009-03-01T14:34:00.000-06:00Oh, and when I leave an obnoxiously long comment, ...Oh, and when I leave an obnoxiously long comment, that's just my way of saying hi.Jocelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2463633428173967234.post-2314187776018427862009-03-01T14:33:00.000-06:002009-03-01T14:33:00.000-06:00"Yet after three months and a dedicated effort at ..."Yet after three months and a dedicated effort at this exercise gig, I can honestly say that so far I’ve gained four pounds."<BR/><BR/>Did you actually HEAR the sound of me falling in love with you? <BR/><BR/>Okay, I suppose I should congratulate you on that new job, but mostly it seems like it's raining on your exercise parade. Personally, I exercise like a madwoman seven days a week (an hour or more of cardio every day, plus lifting weights 3x a week. I also love yoga and pilates and a "muscle pump" class), yet I look like the "before" picture in a weight loss ad. It sucks. Metabolisms suck. Age sucks. Genetics suck.<BR/><BR/>For me, I've made exercising everyday non-negotiable, simply because it keeps me from killing my family. And I'm pretty sure I love them, mostly.<BR/><BR/>You might have to use your lunch time for some sort of workout? Maybe? There's a woman at the Y here who does weights over lunch and the comes back after work for some cardio. Yea, she has a problem, but still...<BR/><BR/>Maybe isometrics at your desk? Tighten them buttocks; hold; release; ignore looks from co-workers.<BR/><BR/>Hey, I lived in Austin, MN, for five years before moving to Duluth, so we have Hormel memories in common!Jocelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.com