tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754446662344340166.post2167921148434846859..comments2023-09-21T01:37:49.269-07:00Comments on Time to Golightly: My First Aerobics Class Since 2008C Golightlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09344460297920382993noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754446662344340166.post-87161716887193557712016-01-07T08:21:24.469-08:002016-01-07T08:21:24.469-08:00See below - I meant to post as a reply. See below - I meant to post as a reply. C Golightlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09344460297920382993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754446662344340166.post-4886527532430544222016-01-07T04:41:41.680-08:002016-01-07T04:41:41.680-08:00Yes!! Isn't it amazing what goes on in our he...Yes!! Isn't it amazing what goes on in our heads against us! Breaking the stories down of what we tell ourselves is right or good and what is not. I have found that intuition tells me exactly what to do - that little voice of God, if I can tone down all the other chatter including things like Mama Guilt. Here's to getting 18 wheelers though rush hour intersections!! And putting the air mask on ourselves first! Thank you for commenting.C Golightlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09344460297920382993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4754446662344340166.post-10264560230493041202016-01-07T03:44:44.608-08:002016-01-07T03:44:44.608-08:00Carolyn, I nodded through this entire post. In my ...Carolyn, I nodded through this entire post. In my strength, getting through that gym door yesterday was like turning an 18wheeler through an intersection during 5 o'clock traffic- I really thought that it wasn't going to happen. Next, I proceeded to find reasons why it couldn't happen- foremost among my reasons,the dreaded MG: Mama Guilt. I told you that N had a soccer game scheduled at the exact time. I have not missed a game this season, guilt, guilt. Remember, this is not guilt from my child. N insisted that I go to the class; dear hubby insisted as well. Still,Mama Guilt and the hammer of excuses she carried pounded on me. <br /><br />In God's strength, getting through that door started with familiar faces smiling and encouraging from the parking lot when I arrived. I signed in beneath a sign that said I was beautiful (I couldn't give my usual sarcastic response about why my sweats and crazy pony-tail look was not beautiful!). Then, I was given a glow bracelet. The glow continued. Yes, some of the glow was sweat, but it was also laughter. I needed to jet early, Mama Guilt in full force insisting that I might still catch a minute of the game, but I grabbed that hammer of excuses and threw it away. Those last few minutes were the best, and here's the miracle: I made it to the game with 10 minutes to spare! Yes, I was wearing my glow bracelets and sweats, but I was beaming s N was put into the game just as I arrived. For future reference, apparently I can get an 18 wheeler through an intersection- even at rush hour. Beware Mama Guilt- I'm coming for you! I may not be strong, but I know the one who is. Mary Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09648310186453622268noreply@blogger.com