the body

stuck at home with a sick kid. i have been using the television to keep the voices in my head quiet so that I don't have to listen to their negative chatter-their worrisome nattering away about never amounting to anything, about wasting your life away in front of the tv, about how if i just sat down for a minute and listened to them I could see just how depressed and angry i have become about my life-it's emptiness of purpose and cash. i much prefer The View and the Mom Show despite the fact that I despise this kind of thing. In the mean time I have started yoga at home (actually it's "Yoga for Wimps" and it is pretty wimpy-but good stretching for someone decreped like me) and I have started jogging again. My muscles have been complaining very happily about being brought back into existence. I know that if I could just get on top of getting myself back in shape, lose the extra weight etc then I could succeed. I know this is the root of being a strong wise woman. It always comes back to the body with us doesn't it?