Mosaic
Mother of two. Wife to one wonderfully gregarious man. Former public relations practitioner. Food, wine and yoga lover. Music junkie. Pseudo vegetarian (darn bacon). Advocate for healthy living and the never-ending search for enlightenment.
I had half a blog written about food when I scrapped it to send a Facebook response to a friend today. She was complaining about workout etiquette, or lack thereof. Those of you who've gone to any kind of group exercise class know what that means. Imagine a heard of cattle (albeit shapely cattle) who are supposed to be shuffling the same direction, yet a few stray cows decide they want to do their own thing and make grazing hell for the rest of the herd. That's group exercise at it's worst. Add in the sweat of one cow who thinks garlic is her best friend and you have the recreation of your local White Castle with weights and music.
So I responded to said friend that I had decided to break up my regular workout routine with a DVD from the past - Jane Fonda. It was undoubtedly from the late 80's as Jane was resplendent in a thong leotard with a leather belt around the waist and white aerobic shoes. Strangely enough it was still a decent workout, but I laughed through the whole thing. And it just goes to show you that old is not necessarily worn out. True, there are newer, faster ways to achieve sore arms and legs, but Jane has always been a soldier when it comes to flat abs. Maybe I should invest in a workout belt to cinch my waist too. Okay, maybe not. But classes like Zumba, although interesting and fun, seem to be missing something that I can't put my muscles on. And so I leave you on this cold night in January...er, February (the calendar just changed on me) with a quote from Jane herself. I know her life has taken a turn onto revolutionary road, but the Jane I remember kicked my butt and made me cry - in a good way. "A good many dramatic situations begin with screaming" {Jane Fonda} And now to find some Advil for my sore muscles. Oh, wait, there's wine left.I thought I could do it. I bought the reusable diapers. I finally tried them after staring them down for a few days and imagining how they might work. I even bought flushable wipes to make the transition easier. I was wrong. Maybe the diapers are just wrong. Either way, I have three stinky diapers that I can't seem to get the smell out of and I don't want to reuse them anymore. I love the environment, but I love my house, too. And I love the couch that my daughter peed on when her reusable diaper leaked. Leaked is an understatement. She might as well have been naked for the wet spot she left.
So I did what I expect many moms have done and bought biodegradable diapers. I figured that if I wasn't willing to reduce waste, maybe I'd at least add biodegradable waste. Again, I am shortsighted.As I was disposing of my daughter's poopy diaper today I made a snail's-pace connection that although the diapers might disintegrate in less than 500 years, there was no way in hell they were going to be able to do that locked in a plastic garbage bag and sandwiched between thousands of other plastic garbage bags in the landfill. And as I have yet to start composting (I told you I was slow to adapt), I made the grave realization that I am no further ahead saving the environment than I was before. It turns out there are biodegradable bags that will eventually break down within the confines of a landfill, so that's next on the list.And it was the addition of yet another green item to my grocery list that put me on environmental overload. Enough already! Luckily I found an article that helped me breathe a little easier about my choices.http://climate.weather.com/articles/greenfatigue040108.html?page=3So I'm not all that green yet. I'll settle for a nice shade of trying really hard.
Off and running! My first blog post. It's my husband's fault. Dino wishes I would share my endless how-to's and what-if's with someone other than him sometimes. So if you're interested, here we go. If not, try Dino's rants.
