the world and writing of gretchen cello

no really, exercising isn’t fun.

I love stomping and romping as much as the next gal. Unfortunately I don’t live a rock star life (yet) that permits me to do whatever I feel like every day… like going out to run around and explore or swing from branches.

Therefore, I have to exercise. For a few years I trained in Shaolin Kung Fu, but the academy fell apart. Since practicing martial arts made me fairly flexible, I kept on doing yoga and Pilates… I mean look what it’s done for Madonna.

Unfortunately my present wage of zero dollars cannot sustain the cost of classes, which leaves me with two choices… rumbling with the puppies and the dreaded exercise machine.

The dreaded exercise machine weighs more than I do. It has many lights and buttons and can even play music.

Nothing makes you feel more ‘middle-aged’ than a piece of exercise equipment.

Start tomorrow (because I couldn’t possibly begin on a Monday)… it’s on.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that if for some reason I don’t update my blog tomorrow… it’s because I’m literally lying on the floor suffering from (hopefully mild) cardiac arrest… and I might need one of  you to send for help…

Why can’t I just afford lypo?

Reading back through my work I’ve decided I like a few of the sonnets therefore March, like January, will be a month of sonnets, scripting, stories, etc… Seems like a good start…