So up until this week, I’d been in a funk. Pretty much since Memorial Day. Chocolate wasn’t helping. Cuddling didn’t reverse it. Even the Xanadu soundtrack did nothing for me. It was baffling.
And then I went running. Did upper-body weight-lifting. And one of my favorite step aerobics DVDs. Then lower body weight work and abs.
I’ve pretty much worked out in some capacity every day this week, and you know what? It has done wonders for my spirits. It’s so easy to forget the far-reaching benefits of exercise. But when you’re reminded of them—man!—what a difference they can make. I feel stronger, not just in body, but in mind, humor, and chilled outedness. And just in time for summer, when I have to get into a bikini (which could really spin me into a sour spell!).
Speaking of bodies, Mr. Wonderful and I are going to Body Worlds 3 tonight at the Science Center in LA. I’m not a fan of blood, guts, or anything dead, but I’ve been intrigued by this exhibit for years. I’m glad to finally be able to see it. Mr. Wonderful suggested we get a drink beforehand to loosen us up in case it’s grosser than we expect. I’m hoping the plastination process just makes everything look kinda fake. And if worse comes to worst, I’ll just put on my sunglasses, close my eyes and let him lead me around like a blind person.
On another note related to my mood, a dear childhood and blogger friend sent me the best gift ever this week. I didn’t have a chance to take a picture of it because I got home too late last night, but it’s a fantastic little New Kids on the Block babydoll t-shirt (do people still say babydoll to describe shirts?). She also enclosed a very sweet note about reading my posts recently. Anita Stylist, thank you. You’re the best and if I could, I’d take that win away from the Celtics and give it to the Lakers and you!
Have a great weekend everyone!