Thanksgiving Week

I've decided to have a self imposed vacation from serious working out until after Thanksgiving, which is just a few days away. That doesn't mean that I won't go for an easy run or be active, it just means that I won't throw myself into a serious, sweaty, all out effort work out. My body has been rebelling and, perhaps, I've been over-training. For starters I have tendenitis in my left arm, I'm dealing with all kinds of other unexplained aches and pains, and now I'm dealing with allergies due to the extremely dry and warm weather at the moment. My "vacation" from working out actually started last week. I did work out with my personal trainer friend one day, just so he could show me how to work out around my tendenitis. The only down side to not working out as I was is the extra weight that creeps on. I'm up a good 6 pounds now, and I'm sure a good part of it is water retention. I realize the weight will go back down once I get back on schedule.

My son had a guitar recital last night. As a parent, I've been to other recitals for school and various instruments my kids were trying to play at some point, and the hard part is sitting through EVERY haphazard rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." Last night's recital was quite different. There were young children as well as adults who participated. I was not prepared for the performances that I amazingly listened to. Some of the most unassuming kids and adults would rip out guitar rifts from Metallica, Korn, Led Zepplin, etc... Now it's my turn to gush. My son decided to play Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody." I sat there in amazement. Other people were straining their necks to get a better look at what MY son was doing. That was so cool! The audience clapped and cheered loudly when he finished, and people didn't do that for everyone. He pulled it off! I had been listening to him practice sections of the song for weeks, but never the whole piece. I am very proud of my son. (GUSH, GUSH, GUSH!)

The house thing is still going on. We've signed papers, but the sale of the house is not final yet. No celebratory dancing in the streets and champagne yet... It seems there's always some bizarre obstacle to jump over. It shouldn't have to be THIS difficult to buy a home that's in the family.

Thanksgiving will be at the in-laws this year. I have my "eating clothes" ready to wear... Meaning, I'm wearing clothes that I don't have to unbutton to feel comfortable in. I plan on eating everything. Cheers!