Reflections of a Goddess

  Yes, I said it. I hate all kinds of planks - Basic, Side, Full, Spiderman. I almost didn't go workout yesterday because of the dread I had of doing them. TRYING to do them, because I can't. So, I went but the first thing I said was that I'm not doing anything floor related. Wednesday filled me with frustration as I spent most of floor exercise time laying on the floor because the only thing I could do was the pelvic thrusts. This? No. Nah, not this either. I could only do this, but with my stomach touching the floor - But these, FORGET it! And even though I shouldn't be annoyed that I was the only one that couldn't do them, I was. I know everyone's fitness levels are different as I had to keep reminding myself that Rome wasn't built in a day. But part of me began to think about how I'm in my third month of working out consistently but I have nothing so show for it. My stomach, the beloved 'problem area' is the same as it was when I started in M...

 As I promised on Instagram, the following is my second poem published this month by 'Down in the Dirt' entitled 'Getting Older.' Getting Older It doesn’t stampede amid the horn blows of a cavalry charge. It sneaks up like a  ninja upon enemy territory. Health issues, laying dormant for many years; suddenly  arise. Parading themselves out of various abysses of untold depths. The body and the self-two separate entities that, after co-existing happily in youth - now  violently go their separate ways. (end) As of this writing, I've always considered myself at peace with getting older. But nevertheless, there are a few details in that act that require being recognized. Please note whatever I may add here is only the beginning of a list that would be too long to place here. - memory loss - creaking knees - skin changes among other things. This isn't a complaining list, nor a complain blog. It's simply an acknowledgement of things in my life at any given moment. O...