So I went back to boot camp.
I’m still alive.
I have been out of sorts this week.
Go ahead, roll your eyes. I know what you’re thinking:
So. About boot camp… 😶
After Tuesday’s chocolate gorging, I went to check out the local exercise class in the church basement on Wednesday morning.
Well, the good news is, I’m still alive. 😂
I did something dumb yesterday.
Once upon a time I was a pre-baby-making creature in my early 30s and I wanted to go swimming.
Today, I went to a grocery story to load up for the next few days. It wasn’t until I was just about to pull out of the parking lot when I thought I’d better check my phone. I had this nagging feeling I was missing something.
Sure enough, there was a text from the girl child.
A few months ago I stumbled across a rather interesting (and ridiculous) historical article which described how to have sex with your husband in the 1960s. The rules the women were taught to follow are hugely out of place in today’s society, but it nevertheless served as an insight to how things used to be (in the not too distant past) and, what’s more, how things still are in many societies today.
This morning I came across another similar article, but this one has to do with travel. More specifically, how a woman in the 1850s was to travel if she didn’t have a male escort to accompany her.
Step1: Post this picture to instagram.
You know how everyone, their grandmother and their dog is into fitness these days?
*or women like me. 😜