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Beginning To Not Care


I think I'm getting to that stage of life I've been hearing about that is a bonus of aging. I'm beginning, just beginning, to not care what other people think.

I don't belong to a gym because I don't feel comfortable exercising with a group of people, so I workout at home.  I must have a sensitive system of some kind because any time I do cardio my face gets beet red and stays that way for hours!  Oh, maybe not hours, but it feels that way.  I can be feeling perfectly fine and calm but my face looks like I'm still Zumba-ing my way across the floor.  Eeesh.

Normally, if someone knocks at the door while I'm exercising I won't open it.  1) I want to keep my stamina and 2) I don't want them to see me in my exercise gear with my sweaty, beet red face.  But today, that changed.  Here I was, moving and lunging and swearing - oh, I mean, sweating - when I heard a knock.  I let  it go by, then I heard the door knocker.  Now, this would mean I have a package that needs a signature, and that would most likely be our wine delivery.  Hey!  I better get this!

Did I answer the door in my exercise wear with my sweaty, beet red face because I'm maturing and not caring what others think of what they see?  Or, did I answer the door because it was a wine delivery?  Hmmm...  I prefer to think of it as a mix of both, and I'll congratulate myself on moving on up.

Cheers!

Would you have answered the door?  Have you opened your front door while wearing something not very flattering?

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2 comments:

  1. I do not like to exercise in front of other people either. And yes, I woulda answered the door!

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    1. Hee hee. I was a nice sparkling wine shipment from Mumm in the Napa Valley. Perfect timing for Valentine's Day :->

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