Having said that, it is simply NO FUN to start an exercise regime. It is even harder to re-start an exercise regime, as I have done, because one then has to contend with one's nostalgic ghost-twin (that bitch!) the entire time. Well, those of us that are neurotic and slightly OCD do, anyway! This harping echo has led me to take drastic action; namely, doing two things that are completely opposite on the "exercise spectrum:" ballet and karate.
Most people think of ballet as something "pretty" and karate as something, well... not. As an ex-ballerina, I always argued on the side of dance as a hardcore sport - doubly hard because you have to make it look "pretty" while also maintaining some goshdarn artistic integrity. But after learning my third form in my Taekwondo class, Chon-ji, I am learning to appreciate karate as a beautiful art form as well as a "sport." It's kind of a neat feeling to be beautiful and deadly!
I started dreaming immediately. Visions of Atomic Ranch dancing in my head.
I just saw an amazing picture of 1950's glory in a paint color, and I totally wanted this retro style, no matter how many hours it took.
This color can only be described as bronze-tan-yellow-poop-gold. It is awesome. But try painting wicker that's already been stained mocha brown (college Georgia, I really hate you right now), wicker that consequentially looks dirty if every nook and cranny is not lovingly drenched in the aforementioned paint color. I'm about to get into a very close and personal relationship with my quadriceps, knee and shoulder joints, and a toothbrush, because it's going to take straight elbow grease to accomplish this one!