... is good for me.
After sitting around feeling sad after school, and having a damn good cry, I decided to get the WiiFit out tonight.
90 mins later - not all of which was exercise I hasten to add - I feel great. Endorphins rock!
I have managed
some yoga and balance activities on WiiFit
some of the new Jillian Michaels 2009 one
Lots of We Cheer.
Yes, I know the We cheer thing is a bit terribly odd but to be honest, anything that gets me moving is great. I don't want this to become an excuse to let myself go, eat rubbish and get fat.
That will just make me more miserable, because I'll then be in more pain, and therefore will struggle to do stuff. Some people are perfectly happy at big weights, I'm not. Weight is a very personal thing!
I mean, according to the Wii Fit machine, I need to lose 2 stone, making me 8st6. Hardly anything! I have no idea where I would shift 28 pounds from. I really can't afford to lose any more chest! Rich loved my breasts, in all their many shapes and sizes! He liked the breastfeeding "D" cups, the post feeding "DD", the eventual C's, and the every now and again "B". He just loved them!
He used to say that he thought he was a big boobs man, but in reality, he'd realised he was a my boobs man! I was thinking about it all earlier. When he's been away before, I'm desparate for him to get back, the texts and msns get more and more salacious, and it's clear we are both thinking about one thing. He's now been gone for as long as he has been away in the past. I'm not overly bothered about it. Certainly not enough to take up any of the several offers I've had to "scratch any itches" that may occur. Sex is all well and good, but I'd rather make love with Rich, in all it's many, many forms. And it kept me fit and flexible - I'm 34, 146lbs, and can put my toes on my ears! Can't say fairer than that really!
Until I see him again then, it looks like I'm stuck with exercise!