the only time I have to go to the gym is in the evening, and darn if all the medicine is past worn off and I cannot focus to work out or learn Zumba, or Yoga, or nothing.
I must look like such a dork just standing there while the rest of the class is hopping and dancing, and I am just looking at all the pretty colours swirling around me, and the hair flipping and flopping. Look there went a piece of fuzz rolling across the floor.
Now if I could get my groove on and dance I might enjoy myself more, but until then I will keep trying after all I am still in motion.
Life will get good again soon…