Exercising 80’s Style – post 1

The good old days

Back in the early 1980’s, my friend, Mary and I, who were both single at the time would go to the local recreation center in Ann Arbor and take exercise classes. Our favorite instructor was Tomas. Not only did he have great workouts to the best R&B and Pop music at that time, he was a HOOT! After class, we would always go out to eat and drink beer. So much for the benefits of exercising, but we were both young and thin.

Tragically, Tomas passed away at an early age and his form of exercise class, similar to Jane Fonda’s workout of 1982 has gone the way of pumping iron at fitness centers, hot yoga, and Zumba. And quite frankly, I don’t want to join a fitness center. The classes I would like to attend are usually at times that are inconvenient for my schedule.

Over the years, I have also had a few personal trainers. They either killed me to where I couldn’t walk for days or were too kind, and I didn’t feel like I had worked out at all.

So what else?

A girlfriend and I signed up for a foot golf league. I thought it would be fun – flashbacks of kickball in elementary. Heck, yea! I’m on board! Unfortunately, the league was canceled due to lack of interest. So we have made a pact to go foot golfing when both our schedules allow.

Vinny Sal goes golfing every Sunday night. He is always begging me to go golfing, but that is not exercise. At least it isn’t the exercise I need to shed weight and get into better shape.

Walking the dogs

I like walking the dogs, or should I say they often walk me. Penny wants to run and Barkley wants to sniff and pizzle on everything. It’s not the best workout. If I walk without them, they meet me at the door.

“You went for a walk without us??”

Too much guilt, I can’t take it.

I do have a nice treadmill, and it’s nice for the winter time but not for Michigan summers. In Michigan, summer is fleeting and unless there are thunder and lightning, I am at a beach whenever possible usually with a book in my hands. Swimming is exercise but like I said, summer is fleeting in Michigan.

Back to the good old days

Over the winter months, I remembered seeing on one of the off cable channels on an infomercial or something that Jane Fonda had updated her workout from VHS to a DVD format.

Woo hoo! I thought.

Where would we be today without Google and Amazon?


There she was – Jane Fonda in all of her 1980’s big hair, leotard, and leg warmer glory!

“Her aerobics video “Jane Fonda’s Workout” sold 17 million copies, making it the best-selling home video ever and her an icon of this form of exercises (1982),” cites IMDb.com.

I purchased her five DVD workout collection from Amazon, and two days later….. the DVDs arrived!

I sat (yes, I sat) and watched the entire original workout DVD. Jane and her class, all thin as a pencil with their leotards, leg warmers, and headbands!  What a HOOT!

Jane never broke a sweat while tossing her brunette, curly mane. She alluringly gazed into the camera giving commands and counting…. 1, 2, 3, 4…

The beginner’s workout

Tomorrow, I begin a total body aerobic, strength, and flexibility workout.  Unfortunately, the only thing that still fits is the headband.  No leotards or leg warmers, but who cares!

I’ll be working it out with Jane!

#Vegan2016 – For the love of scotch!

How can a person that eats leaves, sticks, and a few berries gain 10 pounds??

Vinny Sal and I started this vegan diet nonsense six months ago. Our transition to this diet was to lose weight and become healthier individuals. I went to my doctor today. I am absolutely livid!

I gained 10 pounds in 6 months!!

I feel like I have been on a starvation diet for the last six months. We eat fresh food with minimal vegan processed food. Both of us have cut down on sugar and eat no dairy (except for birthdays and for our anniversary).

For the love of scotch!

Perhaps my dad was right. Eat pork, smoke, and drink until you die at the age of 52 of heart disease – at least enjoy life until your heart stops beating.

I know I should take my hands off the keyboard and CALM THE (BLEEP) DOWN!

Keep Calm and Drink Scotch

It’s been a bad week.

Last Saturday, my left leg was swollen and it felt ‘funny’ so I went to the emergency room (alone) just to get it checked out. Turns out I have a blood clot in my left thigh. A “DVT” they call it – deep vein thrombosis.

√  No, I have not been traveling. (After today, I am thinking of a vacation in France.)

√  No, I have not had cancer. (How many times do I have to answer this particular question – I’m sure some doctor along the way would have told me if I had cancer.)

√  No, I do not have diabetes. (But, I would LOVE some cake! Thank you.)

√  No, I do not smoke. In fact, I have signs posted at every exterior door of my house and cottage that read, NO SMOKING!!

√  No, I have not had any recent “lengthy” surgery. (Not unless you consider a colonoscopy a lengthy surgery, but I am pretty sure it went quickly since I was very well cleaned out.)

Blah, blah, blah…

Hormonal…. Just a tad bit

I received a rejection email this week from a job I really wanted. SNIFF!

My youngest son is graduating from high school. His last day of school was today. SNIFF! SNIFF!

Now, I just feeling really old and obese! SNIFF! SNIFF! SNIFF!

Bartender! Scotch. Neat, please and make it double!


I need a puppy, Vinny Sal!