Uh-oh

I guarantee you by this time tomorrow I will be unable to use my arms properly. For some reason which really doesn't make a lot of sense, even to me, I decided to hit the weight room at the Y this morning AND the rowing machine. I haven't done either of these in at least six years.

I'm hoping my arms don't seize up before I've got the turkey situated today. That would be a real bother, but I admit it's my own fault.

Here's the thing. Starting in my late 20's, I became a real gym rat. A workout queen. I never missed a single one of my two-hour workouts, plus aerobics, plus...well, you get the idea. I was kinda buff. Now, of course, I'm just your average suburban soccer mom with a pot belly and wrinkles. But that doesn't stop me from thinking I'm still that same, younger, me. And I think my arms are really going to suffer for it today.

Will somebody please remind me I'm in my 40's before I really do some damage??