My oven is broken. It’s been broken since 1973. Or at least since July, maybe April. I liked it being broken. I had a good excuse for not cooking. Now that the holidays are over and all danger of cooking turkey, roasting ham, and baking pumpkin pie is no longer looming, I thought I might get it fixed.
I was also going to start exercising.
I have plenty of options when it comes to exercising.
You might say I have a bit of an obsession with exercise videos. It’s important that I tell you that, since it’s not obvious by looking at me. My theory is the more you have collecting dust in VHS boxes, the better chance you have of getting out of the Lazy Boy.
Most of my workout tapes belong to my cousin from whom I stole them fair and square. But she isn’t in too big of a hurry to get them back I don’t think. They are called The Firm, and they truly made me look a quarter of half way amazing when I was 25 years old. But who doesn’t look a quarter to half way amazing when they’re only 25?
I received 13 more Firm DVD’s from my sister this holiday.
You can find them at the link below, and I wish I was getting paid to say that.
I was going to recommit to exercise and complete one today. Or at least attempt one.
I was completely and totally determined to start right after the Oven man came to fix my oven.
But the oven man was 2 hours late.
So while waiting on the Oven man, I decided to take down the Christmas tree.
And I hurt my back taking down the Christmas tree.
Technically, I re-hurt my back from originally hurting it the other day cleaning out my closet.
Physical work and me just don’t jive.
I’ve never hurt my back laying on the couch. Or napping.
It’s always when I’m doing something.