Some days I don't have the sense God gave a gnat!
Other days I have even less. Today was one of those days.
Every day, Gaby and I exercise together, or at least that's what I call it. Sometimes it's just dancing along to Yo Gabba Gabba, (hush!), others it's working out to a DVD, and occasionally we run around the house, up and down the stairs, like total lunatics. Yeah, OK maybe that happens more than "occasionally."
Today was different. I don't know why. Maybe it was the gloomy weather outside, the fact that I overdosed on flax seed...again, or perhaps the planets were in some bizarre planetary alignment. I don't know. All I do know is that all vestiges of common sense left the building and I let Gaby, a FOUR YEAR OLD, dictate my exercise today. As a result. I am walking with a slight limp, have a bruised ass, and think I might very well have broke one side of our sofa...one of the sides that reclines. Sorry honey.
So, do you see how Gaby is situated on the sofa in the above picture? She wanted me to do the exact same thing and then slam my legs into the back of the sofa, bring them over my head and then rinse, repeat. And do you know what? I did it. Hell, it was fun...at first.
I had quite the momentum going and we were giggling away at one another and then all of a sudden, I launched my legs into the back of the sofa with such force that the backward bounce off the sofa caused me to go completely ass-over-teakettle! Meaning, I completely did a back-flip off of the sofa and landed all of my largess onto the floor with such intensity that something cracked...at this point I'm not certain if it was my ass or the hardwood floor underneath the small area rug I landed on.
I think, from now on, I'm going to stick to exercising with Elmo!
