Exercise?

Some of you may not have caught on that I've been writing about anything else than exercise, even writing about the sound of the dogs overgrown nails on the wood floor. Ok, I did wake up the other day with an overwhelming desire to exercise. I'm no idiot and took advantage of that fleeting moment. In my hotel room in NJ I did some ab work then jumped up and down like a fool to do a little cardio. That's been the extent of my exercise in the last few days. I'm back from my weekend away from reality. I'm back to the grind and now the old lady is at home so my routine is a lot more busy. I throw food at the animals in the morning, throw food at the old lady, make sure she checks her blood sugar, make sure she has her ice coffee with half and half and a titch of sweetener. I leave a note for the agency person to tell them what she can have for lunch and whether she's in a foul mood or not. Then I sit at work wondering if the old lady is ok and whether she has fallen down and not pressed the "I've fallen and I can't get up" button. I think about the paperwork I still need to submit for the old man's Medicaid application and I hope each day that the home doesn't call to tell me he's sitting out on a street corner because I haven't submitted the paper work yet. Then I come home to throw food at the animals, throw food at the old lady, make sure she gets her pills and takes her insulin and that the night lights are on and that the dog has been let out and in no less than 8 times. Then I can go to bed. Ok, I know I'm whining. I still need to find some time for exercise. I also need to find time for photography. I'm taking a sports photography course on line (thanks betterphoto.com) and of course I am doing it in January when there are little sports games going on for me to photograph. I ran outside to the rink by my work building today, as I have an assignment that was due tonight, and found a fool skating in 17 degree weather. I practiced with fast and slow shutter speeds, concentrating on his feet as the rest of him was not at all interesting. I know I should have stopped him and asked if I could take his picture but I was so cold that I just started snapping and ran back inside. Project done. Now I'm sitting at my computer and it is almost midnight. My alarm will go off at 5:30 and I will fight with myself to get out of bed to hit the treadmill. Some days I just don't feel like it. Some days I feel I'm mistakenly living someone else's life as this certainly isn't the life I was meant to live. Who has my life? Who has the life I was meant to live? The life that is organized. The life without procrastination. The life where all my framed photos are up on walls instead of stacked in closets. The life where I socialize with friends and drink wine and laugh and don't worry about all that I have to do the next day. Someone else has that and I have theirs! I don't know when the mistake was made but I'm going to think on that tomorrow and when I figure out who I switched lives with, I'm going to hunt them down and take mine back!!