Queen of the Slugs

Some days all I can manage, energy-wise, is a shower and brushing my teeth. Luckily, I usually only hit that low one or two days out of seven.

With my recently upped physical therapy  regimen and increased time on the recumbent elliptical (AKA the Enervating Pain Machine), I am, more or less, resembling an uncaffeinated mollusk. In fact, on my non-workout days I’m medaling in Olympic Sluggardlyness.

Today will be in the 40s and overcast—a good day for a walk. I suspect I’ll whine about it a great deal beforehand. Afterwards, I'll undoubtedly demand cookies. Why Ten puts up with me is unfathomable.
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Woke up with Moody Blues I’m Just a Singer In a Rock and Roll Band playing in my head.
I was never a big Moody Blues fan but I was def keen on their big hits, like Nights in White Satin, Tuesday Afternoon and Ride My See-Saw.

I was more of a Jeff Beck Group/Emerson, Lake & Palmer kind of a gal. Yes, I was an overly serious child.

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A very quick must read about the need for emotional support penguins:

In what experts are calling an “unprecedented flippers-up market,” the demand for emotional support penguins has reached record heights as humans worldwide seek comfort amid the ongoing economic crisis.

Dunno, I might need to stick with my emotional support Cake.
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Catastrophize
     verb
: to imagine the worst possible outcome of an action or event

I have always catastrophized. If something is outside my comfort zone (and, frankly, anything beyond getting out of bed in the morning is outside of my comfort zone) I will think of all the ways the undertaking du jour could go wrong. This means that, in my relatively long life, I haven’t taken all the chances, paths, risks, adventures that I could have.

What am I talking about? Skydiving? Bungee jumping? Tightrope walking? Hiking down into the Grand Canyon?

Fuck no! I wouldn’t consider doing any of those.

For Bast’s sake, why would I jump out of a perfectly functional airplane?

Why leap from a totally stable bridge?

Step out on a tightrope? Am I Simone Biles? I know that, in the vid, she’s dancing on a balance beam versus a tight rope—close enough for me. And, NO, I am nothing like Ms. Biles. My equilibrium isn’t even in the same universe as hers. I’m lucky if I don’t fall when I get out of bed.

Also, I’m not suicidal.

As for the Grand Canyon? Do I look like I belong to the Havasupai Tribe to you? Nope. Have I ever expressed a wish to sweat to death whilst stumbling over rocks and cactus? Also no.

While catastrophizing has kept me from doing some minor things, it's also prevented me from doing a lot of wickedly stupid stuff. Hells bells, I’m absurdly impulsive and prone to enough imbecility without adding in insanely reckless feats of derring-do.

'scuse me now, I need to get out of bed without tripping and go brush my teeth.