Murdo Girl… Thursday’s resolution

Like almost everyone in the free world, I woke up New Years Day with a resolve to get into shape. I didn’t set the bar for myself too high because I think that is the reason why others who are lacking in self-discipline might fail. I decided my plan would be to exercise a few days a week and stop eating anything white. I couldn’t start right away because of our New Year’s trip to Galveston. Under those circumstances, I have no control over what other people feed me right? Don’t be saying that it’s not what, but how much I eat that counts. I don’t like to hear that nonsense because if the truth hurts, I wear it!

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That one in front is good! Keep it up and you’ll be out of that girdle in no time honey

For years, I was so committed to fitness, I didn’t have to worry about a fitness resolution. That all ended a long time ago and shortly after that, I came to the end of the years when I could start over anytime and results would be quick. Now, there is no more elastic in the skin. The pores stay visible no matter how much the pore cleanser/shrinker stuff costs. The eyelids hang and the bags stay no matter how many cucumbers try to lift them up. All of those things don’t really bother me that much, but there is one thing that does, and I experienced it yesterday in the midst of a yoga class.

I was already humiliated enough when I discovered if I tried to stand straight with one foot against my calf, I would fall over. Then the instructor said to move the foot upward toward my knee while still balancing on the other foot, and continuing to pay attention to my breathing. She said we could use a block that she had placed beside us if we felt “unsteady”. I hope she didn’t notice that my eyes were crossed and I was very close to hyperventilating. With very little oxygen going to the brain, I couldn’t feel my arms, let alone remember if I was supposed to hold them out like airplane wings, or above my head. I cannot breath right when I am trying to look at the sky through my right arm while I make sure my fingers are spread wide and my eyes are actually closed. By this time, my friend and the instructor had stopped making eye contact with me anyway.

When I was supposed to have my eyes closed, I caught a glimpse of my feet. I looked at my right foot. Not bad, I thought. My nails were clipped and filed and I had painted them with a couple of coats of orange-ish colored polish. I was pleased since I hadn’t realized you did yoga without your shoes on. It really does pay to be prepared for anything. I couldn’t see my left foot yet because it was still trying to get to my knee.

When we were again seated on our mats, I saw my left foot. How in the world could I have forgotten to manicure the toenails on my left foot? Did the phone ring? Did the doorbell ring? Did I run out of time before I had to shower and dress for work? I don’t know!! Now what? If I stopped to put my shoes and socks back on, that might draw more attention to my dilemma, and later people would ask me why I decided to put my shoes on in the middle of the class? I guess I could have told them I got cold feet, which would have been true. Instead, I did my best to put it aside and continued to struggle through the remainder of the class. Even though I was sitting, I still felt like I was falling. During the drive home, I made a Thursday resolution to never let that happen again starting Thursday. Now for the remainder of my life my left foot will be on a different schedule than my right foot.

I remember a time when my Grandpa Sanderson was showing me something, and I noticed that his fingernails were flat. I didn’t make the connection between flat nails and aging. I just noticed. I don’t know when it happened to me, but I have flat fingernails too. Are you looking? There is nothing you can do about it.

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This is me after running in the Boulder Bolder in Colorado in 1995. Suzanne Brost started with me, but by the time I came in, She was already halfway back to Murdo.

Kip believed he had something wrong with his skin because it bruises so easily, and it didn’t used to do that. His skin has become thin. I told him that happens as we age. He must have believed me, because he cancelled his appointment with the dermatologist.

The bottom line is, you cannot outrun mother nature. Even if you have everything lifted, tightened, tugged and sandpapered, you will not look young forever. Your knees will still sag and so will your bottom. It will be more difficult to stand on one foot, and getting up from the floor hurts. Your smile really will look like a frown turned upside down and you cannot live in dark shadows forever. You can whiten your teeth now unless you have a mouth full of crowned teeth like I do. Crowns don’t whiten, which is the only thing I have found negative about a crown.

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I found this in some things Gus brought me when he was here for Christmas. Mom was much more modest than I am. I didn’t know she was a Murdo High School cheerleader for 3 years, and she won the Miss Murdo contest with a vote of 1499 to 710

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Don’t be laughing men. Take a look at yourself and you will look at others differently.

My mother said, “Mary, you will get to a certain age when you have to decide if you are going to be plump with a good face, or be slim with a lined and sunken face.” She said to stay plump and sit down a lot. Thanks my forever beautiful Mother. I’ll do my best, but I will go back to that yoga class..as soon as I can find the time for a mani-pedi. How much do they cost now anyway? I think I’ll have someone else do it.

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Looks like Mom convinced her sisters to sit..I didn’t think she meant on the floor. Their faces do look great!

15 thoughts on “Murdo Girl… Thursday’s resolution

  1. sanjuan831 January 12, 2017 / 6:41 pm

    I am so proud of you for starting Yoga and doing it with a friend is smart. You two can support and motivate each other, God willing, and half pedicures aside. Good luck when they do the lotus position, but that comes later, much later. Darling picture if you in 1995 when you were 16.

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    • Mary Francis McNinch January 12, 2017 / 6:46 pm

      Yes 16. Things were different then. Had you seen that pic of our moms? I know why they were on the floor do you?

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      • sanjuan831 January 12, 2017 / 6:51 pm

        You were a true athlete runner! No- don’t know why they were on the floor but have seen that picture before. Why? Who snapped all those pictures at Elna and Jerry’s that day?

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      • Mary Francis McNinch January 12, 2017 / 7:19 pm

        I don’t know who took the pics. Mom had to hide because she had on pants and my blue windbreaker.

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  2. sanjuan831 January 12, 2017 / 7:30 pm

    I don’t remember that she had on pants and windbreaker. She is kind of hiding behind that chair. I remember my Mom buying that orange dress and she bought orange lipstick.

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  3. countrygirl57 January 12, 2017 / 7:47 pm

    This is great. Laughed all the way through it. Don’t know how you come up with all that but I loved it. ❤❤❤❤😍😍😘😘

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  4. scoper07 January 12, 2017 / 8:26 pm

    You can take everyday activities and describe them in an entertaining way Murdo Girl. It is a pleasure to read. Very funny that SB was half back to Murdo at the conclusion of the race.

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  5. scoper07 January 12, 2017 / 9:06 pm

    One thing about gravity. It’s a constant.

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      • scoper07 January 12, 2017 / 9:40 pm

        I definitely am.

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  6. Mari Jackson January 12, 2017 / 10:17 pm

    I sag, therefore I am! Honey, you are speaking for all of the ladies tonight! Do I hear an Amen? 🙂

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