Monday Musings - Gratitude served with a side of humor

 

A week without a razor, can you imagine what that looks like…if you have a menopausal mustache? I nearly experienced such a travesty on a recent vacation.  I am grateful that I had my pink Gillette double blade razor.

I won’t get into the debate over the use of razors versus tweezing or waxing. I will say that when it comes to hair in unwanted places, my motto is “hair today, gone tomorrow.”

On a trip with friends, I had many opportunities to express gratitude. One morning as I was washing my face with the white hotel washcloth, I noticed something white left behind under my chin. It looked like a small piece of cotton. I attempted to wipe it away, but my effort was futile.

Upon close scrutiny, with my head tilted back, chin in the air, and leaning toward the bathroom mirror, I came to a conclusion. What I thought was cotton, was really one, lone grey hair, fighting for survival. Well, not on my watch. I grabbed my Gillette double blade razor and swiped it away.

Satisfied with my temporarily smooth chin, I put the razor away. Those annoying hairs would return before the end of the week, but I would be ready.

It seems as I age, my hair grows where I don’t want it and disappears where I do want it. If you stand too closely in my personal space, you may notice that hairs have shifted from my eyebrows down to my chin. I am grateful to my chin for being so accommodating and welcoming. However, I’d rather the hairs disappear…like my waistline.

I’m not complaining, just navigating the maze of life through steamed eyeglasses due to hot flashes.

If I could choose a superpower, I would want it to be laughter. My cape would have the letters ‘LL’ branded on it for Lady Laughter. I would go around brightening people’s day by making them laugh. Wait. I do that now, with comedy.

I am grateful for humor, laughter and the opportunities that arise for me to share a giggle.

My challenge to you is to flip the script on any challenging situation this week. Instead of being frustrated, take a deep breath, and find the funny,

 

Fun Friday – From Buffet to Barbell: A Cautionary Tale

 

Are you old enough to remember the old TV show, Gilligan’s Island? The lyrics of the song went like this, “just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a faithful trip…”

This is a story about the moments when vacation ambition meets reality. My faithful trip started with good intentions. I preplanned in my head, that I would workout and make healthy eating choices.

The first day of my trip was a travel day, a twelve-hour ride in a van, with stops for gas, food, and the occasional restroom break. I packed healthy snacks to sustain me throughout the weeklong trip. I had done so much sitting that I was happy to spend time in the hotel fitness center the next morning.

I stepped onto the elliptical for a ten-minute warmup.  Panting and puffing I made it through the warmup, then walked around the room to steady my breathing. My eyes locked on the sign on the wall that read, Fitness Center Rules. Let me break down some of those rules.

Rule #1              This facility is not supervised. Use of the equipment is the responsibility of the guest.                               

The first mistake the hotel made was to assume I am responsible and to trust me to be unsupervised.

Rule #2              Guest is responsible for knowing his/her own physical limitations.

Hmm. My physical limitation is that I need to learn how to put my fork down and push away from the dinner table.

Rule #3              Please, no wet bathing suits or bare feet.

First of all, I’m not about to put on a dry bathing suit (let alone a wet one), until I can transform some of my flab to fit. And bare feet? I know better than walking around a fitness center with bare feet. I hesitate to walk bare foot around my house. I’ve stubbed my toes enough to know how to walk cautiously.

Rule #7              Use at your own risk.

This rule should have been listed first. I had already broken several rules before reading number seven. The moment I waved my room key and entered the fitness center; I was on my own.

During my weeklong vacation, I was in many buffet lines. I enjoyed sampling the flavors of the area I was visiting. I ate meals without regret because I also walked a lot while visiting museums and other attractions.

From the buffet line to use of the barbells in the fitness center, finding balance is key. I caution you…don’t stress over being perfect. Laugh a little, have fun, and keep showing up for yourself.

Share a humorous tale you have experienced.

 

 

 

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