Stuck . . .Stuck!!

The decision to use my Ab Lounge tonight was not based on fitness, but based on inversion and stretching out the spine. After we reinforced the basement with a steel beam, I put the ole sacroilliac out. The problem was though, I got stuck on the said Ab Lounge, and it took about ten minutes to extricate myself from the apparatus. My head was down at floor level and the tootsies were flailing. Adam did mention this weekend that I was one of the clumsiest people he has ever known. The kidlets ignored my yells for help. Envisioning every blood vessel in my face exploding and being stuck in that position until Adam made it home, nine hours later, was horrific. Honestly, you need a spotter on that thing. I have had occasion had to yell "aidez moi" when Adam has been home. Now I realize how out of shape I have become. The weights are sitting in a knapsack in the closet, the Tony Little is gathering dust, and the Ab Lounge just about killed me. My walking buddy and I did manage a puffy power walk tonight, but, it's not enough. Not that I am concerned about flab, personally I could eat suet sandwiches every day without repercussion. I just want to be in shape, and exercise is good for stress. On another repugnant note: My dog's hoo hoo has swollen up to the size of a kaiser bun (it is kind of hard not to notice), and it was a bit dangerous taking her for a walk. I am concerned that every male dog in the town of Blyth will end up on my front porch tomorrow. The thought did cross my mind to alter a few pairs of Adam's "fundies" and cut a hole for her tail when we are out walking. This way, her "condition" would not be as noticeable, but then the idea of a dog walking around with a pair of briefs may be a bit of a spectacle. It might give the locals something to talk about though. Especially if I Beadazzled them.