The only exercise I've ever really gotten into was my kickboxing classes. It was a combination of a) I like learning things, b) the instructors have this always encouraging/never denegrating ethos, c) You have a schedule and if you miss you "need" to call in. If you don't they will call you and ask where you've been -- it just makes it that much harder to blow off class.
As soon as my feet are better I'll be back in there.
Seekrit message to megan:
I've eaten half the tub of cream cheese with that pepper jelly at this point. I'm hiding in the corner with the talk of how I should be eating!
Seekrit to Pix and megan:
I do cream cheese, saltines, and jalepeno jelly. Is that of which you guys speaking?
Therapy was kind of like that, in that my HMO wouldn't pay for it if I didn't show up, but my therapist would still charge me.
Oh, my school didn't charge for missed classes, btw -- they just guilted you.
Seekrit message to Aims:
No, the saltines are to crumble up in the tomato soup. I like a heartier cracker for the cream cheese and pepper jelly.
WANT!!!!
A neighbor of my sister's in Culver City has one of those! There was some worry because after she'd paid for the pig, someone mentioned to her that Culver City might not allow pigs as pets and she was scared off by the city because the person on the other end of the phone demanded her address.
She asked my sister to call, who had the bright idea of calling and pretending to be an assistant to someone who was rich/important/whatever whose wife wanted one. The city handed over the information without asking for any kind of name or address.