Information SUCKS!

Yup, I said it.

I am SO sick of watching my health... monitoring my health... EFF IT. Being aware of my body's issues isn't fixing ANYTHING. It isn't making anything easier.

Knowing about Hypothyroidism and blood clots, miscarriages and symptoms doesn't FIX anything.

I would rather live in naive bliss then the informed HELL I am going through.

EFF you GOOGLE and your endless stream of answers... answers to ridiculous questions.

Screw the recommendations and helpful advice; I want to know NOTHING. I want to bounce through life without EVER worrying about death, disease or destruction. Knowledge is NOT power.

I know I have an issue with Blood Clots... that is NOT going to stop my body from producing them.

I know I have a thyroid handicap... that doesn't help me lose weight or regulate my sleeping patterns.

I know ALL of the symptoms of pregnancy... that doesn't help me get pregnant.

I know all the complications of prostate cancer... that doesn't heal my father.

And all this 'knowing' has just made me angry and bitter. I miss being stupid... I was happy when I was stupid.

How do I UNLEARN everything? How do I clear my head, when I KNOW it’s not possible?

This post was supposed to introduce my current issues as well as discuss my new running schedule, but it all seems pointless now. Nothing I do will change the outcome; no matter how hard I work or how much time I dedicate to each disease... it won't make a difference. I am a broken human being and knowing that sucks.

I might run today, but the more I think about it, the more I don't want to.

I want to wallow.

ARGH!

It's a worthy post.

I haven't done anything interesting in the world of fitness lately, in fact my gym life has been down right boring, but its all for a great cause that I can't discuss yet.

Today however, I got roped in to my first Zumba class.

It made me want to be better. A better dancer. A better person. A better woman.

That class is sexy... if you can swing your hips to the music. I can not.

My instructor was gorgeous and she could swing her hips... I was mesmerized and embarrassed to be watching her caboose so closely, but that's where the movement was... the movement I was attempting to mimic; attempting and failing.

It's not that bad I wasn't at the front of the... oh wait YES. I. WAS. I let Anna (the person that roped me in) pick our spots and BAM right in the middle... I might as well have been dancing WITH our instructor.

How embarrassing!

But I was IN IT. I shook, shimmied and wiggled my way through the class... I laughed and lost my place A LOT.

I am very sweaty and a little sore.

Whewf!

I may or may not become a Zumba girl... I like trying new things, which is what this new routine promotes, but I miss my GO TO classes... step, spin and running.

Love!

PS - I know I should really illustrate this class, but I can't... it was THAT BAD.

I'll be back!

I am married.

I am honeymooned.

I am back at work.

I am back at the gym.

Please say you still love me!

Check out what I've been doing... www.whosgettingmarried.blogspot.com and once I am all caught up at work I will be back in FULL swing.

Love!

Mrs. P (formally Mrs. F... in case you didn't know)