A Zumba Convert

I walked into the room where they held the classes

Saw people of all shapes and sizes ready to work off their !/??/!

The music was blasting . . . the fans were ah blowing

I could see the instructor was ready to get this class going!

The warm-up went smooth and it was getting quite clear

This class would be awesome and I had nothing to fear

The songs for the dance steps were familiar and entertaining

But let there be no mistake . . . it was a great workout training!

Fifty five minutes later . . WOW! it can’t really be done?!?

But clearly, I can’t remember a workout ever being so fun!

A Zumba convert, yes I think I can say

I’ll be the first one in class waiting . . . next Sunday!

Thanks!

Thanks!

Wow! What an experience this has been and it’s only day 6! It’s amazing . . . I can see how this community of writers becomes a family of writers. It’s so exciting to log on each morning and read a “slice” of different people’s lives and how often I can relate. . . I only wish everyday was a weekend when there’s so much more time! And thank you . . thank you for all the thoughtful comments . . . I really appreciate them. So I guess my slice today is to just say to say thanks!

Words I Have to Say . . .

Before I took the SOL challenge my writings were for a very few . . . the very close people in my life, the people, I felt really comfortable reading what I had to say. And even then, I often did not write about things that were sad or showed the raw side of me. After all, I wanted my blog to be upbeat and inspirational.

But today, I have to write about 2 people, one little boy who was only 22 months old and a woman who was only 52 years old. Sadly, both of these people lost their fight with cancer.

I didn’t know either of these people personally, but I had a connection to them . . . not through my friends who are related to them, but because I am a cancer survivor . . . so I have a connection to them.

As a cancer survivor, each time I hear that someone loses the battle . . . the battle I am so, so fortunate to have won, a part of me relives, relives what they have gone through and it saddens me to know they were not as lucky as me.

As a cancer survivor, the “it” never goes away, never gets buried as deep as you would like because when you hear someone loses the battle the “it” comes rearing its ugly head and you remember, remember the fears, the questions, the unknowns . . . and you remember these same fears, questions and unknowns in the eyes of the people you love and who love you, and there’s a little bit of guilt knowing that others weren’t as lucky as yourself.

But then I tell myself maybe . . . it’s good, good to be reminded so that we never, ever forget to be thankful for what we have . . . and to remember to stop and smell the flowers, even when we think there’s no flowers to smell, and most important to surround ourselves with the people we love because that’s what matters most.

Exercise War

It’s Sunday and the “exercise war” begins in my head

It’s not like I want to stay cozy and warm in my bed

I think of the chores, such as laundry and more

All the things keeping me from walking out the door

I know it does good physically and mentally too

It’s not that I’m lazy. . . please don’t misconstrue

I bring out the schedule, maybe there’s a class I can take

I see at 9:30 there’s a class I can make

Zumba is the name, it’s about movement and dance

Heck, I say to myself . . . why not take a chance

I text my good friend to see if she’s in

Asking if she’s up for taking a spin

And maybe tomorrow as I ponder my SOL

I’ll share and reflect on how it all went so well!

Power of Words . . .

Power of Words . . .

We all have heard it . . . we’ve taught it to our kids . . .

Heck there is even a rhyme about them . . . remember?

Sticks and stones can break my bones

But words can also hurt me . . .

And on the other side of the spectrum

Words can make us immensely happy, jubilant even!

Hallmark Cards . . . need I say more?

I was given this very interesting book, Heal Your Body A - Z by Louise L. Hay

The book speaks to having faith, not in the religious sense, but . . .

faith in life . . . in the universe.

The power of words . . .

“Whatever we send out mentally or verbally will come back to us in like form.”

“For every effect in our lives, there is a thought pattern that precedes and maintains it”

If you’re willing think about the power of words in relation to your health . . .

check out this book . . .

if you’re open to it.