Ah, the universe is laughing down at me tonight. I have been slacking quite a bit in the working out, health and fitness. (I’ve been blaming the warm weather and busier schedule.) With me slacking on working out, with a focus on completing wedding projects… I have found myself sitting on my cute derriere for longer periods of time than I’d like to admit.
Today, after work, I found myself chatting with a co-worker about upcoming wedding plans and the such when all of a sudden “POW!”, I was stung by a bee. Where you may ask? Right there on my bum. Lovely. Just lovely.
Since I was wearing a skirt, I had to carefully and gracefully swipe the bee from the skirt. (I bet that never happened to Audrey Hepburn…) In pain, and horribly embarrassed the culprit finally flew away. Awesome.. just awesome.
Tonight, I found myself lying on the couch with an ice pack on my bum, in some serious pain. (Yes, I am a wuss with zero pain threshold.) All I could keep thinking was how I am willing to barter with the universe, to promise to get off my ass (literally) and start working out again.