A Chicken in the Kitchen

Yes, I do decorate with chickens. I find their rustic qualities quite charming. But today I thought you all would appreciate a good belly laugh at my expense. I thought I was probably a bit out of shape. I can go at a fair clip on the elliptical for a solid 30 minutes. I can walk at a steady pace on hilly terrain for an hour or so without whining. So I thought this new exercise class would make me a bit sore and then I would be fine. Well, today I am reduced to pecking at the key board with a straw because I can no longer use any of the muscles in my arms or legs without severe pain. I am talking about pain that I have never experienced in all of my 35 plus years. To get into my car this morning to drive to the gyno was more than I could handle without a couple of mild expletives. And when she (Dr. Gyno) asked me to scoot a bit toward her on the table...I just wanted to laugh....and then cry. I tell you...I am embarrassed at the state I have let this mortal body decline to. And at this moment in time I am silently praying that Heavenly Father will just take it back as punishment. But...I think he knows that a better consequence will be for me to have to endure this pain and the anguish of getting this body back into the shape it was meant to be in all along. Rats. I really do hate natural consequences. So as you go about your day today...slip in a little vigorous exercise....maybe a few sets of lunges. Trust me....you don't want to look like a chicken with a coke habit pecking at the key board. ouch