When I was thinking of blog titles the other day, "My Mojo Is A No Go" kinda stuck me as amusing. So, with that in mind, I altered the title a bit and decided to use it. I have put myself back together, and am trying to overcome the doggie downer feelings of winter blues, and get myself back into a routine of some sort. I've done pretty well over the weekend, so I am hopeful that with a dollop of sunshine hither and yon, I'll be back at it full speed in no time. There was a sunshine spotting yesterday morning, so that helped quite a bit. By noon the sun was under a cloud again, but just that little bit of brightness did wonders for my spirits.
I have pulled myself up by my bootstraps, and am working at developing a new, positive, can do attitude. Being notoriously crabby and cranky, this is no easy task. One of the new exercises I have decided to try is dancing!! Ok, the visual of an old, fat, cranky butt dancing around the family room is quite a picture, don't you think? In spite of the humorous vision, I kinda did a trial run yesterday to see if the knee would hold up as I gyrated wildly to the 50's, 60's and 70's music I found on my TV. So far, so good. I'm planning on beginning with 2-4 songs per day, then working my way up to a full concert!! I'm looking at this as my own, personal Zumba program. Remember "The Monkey"? Well, pick up a pair of 8# weights and do that dance for 2 or 3 min. and you've got a dandy little workout. I'll keep you apprised of my progress, and if I get the call from "Dancing With The Stars", you'll be the first to know. :)