Doctors across the globe … (Yes. Even Dr. Barrier) have emphasized the importance—the necessity—of regular exercise.
I have done it all. Curves, The YMCA for 16 years, trainers … everything but swinging from the light fixtures.
We have a pool in our backyard now, so in the spring and summer we usually get enough movement playin’ around back there.
Talk about de-stressing!
I so enjoy the birds, traffic, church bells … Fabulous!
Sooo, I was strolling along on a public sidewalk one cold winter’s day when, suddenly, terror saturated every cell in my body. I looked up from my strolling feet to see—not more than a few feet in front of me—some fruitcake standing right there with the sweetest cow!
Well, the fruitcake had a shotgun in one hand and, before I could open my mouth … BAM!!!!!
… that poor sweet cow fell to the ground!
Well, I’ll tell ya, I took off like a bat out of you know where, but I wasn’t running from the scene I was running toward it! Oh, yeah; you betcha. I marched myself right up to that fruitcake of a man! He was armed with a shotgun, I was armed with my car keys, but not for one minute did that stop me!
Nothing made a hill of beans difference.
(Ken has always been scared to death I was going to get shot one day. So far so good.)
Smoke was still bellowing out of the crazy shotgun when I reached the man … but, believe me when I tell you, it didn’t begin to compare with the smoke coming out of my blue eyes!
I set my hands firmly on my hips.
Food Lion has ground beef on sale every week for 99 cents a pound with your MVP card …
… I was terrorized.
As I returned to the sidewalk, I whipped my neck around to face him again, gave a look that said “die!” and tossed over my shoulder, “Enjoy your meatloaf!”
During the whole ordeal, the fruitcake never said much more than, “Oh com’on ma’am,” to which I miiight have I replied, “Oh, don’t you dare ‘Com’on ma’am’ me!”
When it was all said and done, what was left of me drove home and, needless to say, took a Lorazepam.
I laid down for a while.
I needed to rest from distressing.
Like many bipolars, I can go from zero to sixty (and higher) not in three seconds … oh no, we do it instantly. If you’re ever around to experience it, you’ll probably find yourself trying to remember exactly when the acceleration began in the first place.
Oh well, another day, another over-the-top hot mess!
You just never know!
Until next time
Much love …