Exercise in futility

8/1/10 Exercise. I need it. I want it----sort of. (I seem to want the benefits without all the work.) The decline started after age 50---or the excuses began.

Tai chi---I left Southwind Elementary so I left those “postures” with vulgar sounding names and gripped fists behind.
Step aerobics---CUMC---great location but my schedule and my back went in different locations.
Jazzercise---Donna Cross moved to AZ.
Weight training---no plausible excuse, the weights await with “dust” gathering as I type
“Body Electric” (with Margaret ?) on PBS at 6:30 a.m.---at work now by 6 a.m.
VHS tapes with Richard Simmons---no VCRs around here anymore
LES jog/walk chat---Lisa Panigoni moved to FL and I left Lakeland
Pilates-2 tries showed me I don’t have the abs for that.
24 Hr. Fitness classes: Tenelle’s dance class filled up with high school cheerleaders, bottom didn’t fit on seat in spinning classes, water aerobics classes went from 2-3 a day to none, zip, zilch
Yoga at G’town Baptist---Betsy quit teaching.
Water---swimming and aerobics---5-7x a week to 3x a week to just 3x this July---what’s with that?
Walking---still walking unless it’s too hot, too cold, too wet, too dark or Ellen isn’t available.
So what’s the point???? Futility: An action to achieve a goal that is unachievable. Has my intellect taken a back seat to a force (aging)---is my exercise goal really futile or is it mind over matter. Hm=m=m. I might have to sit down and think this out for awhile.

As you can see, I have lots of excuses why I’m not exercising, at least not like I once did. Maybe I need to give up past goals and accept age appropriate ones---like chair aerobics.