I don't believe in luck

I mentioned I am trying to do my abs pretty much every day.  I have a "bread dough roll" of flab around my middle.  That will only melt with calorie control and cardio, but I want the muscles behind it to be firm.  I am not, in any way, looking for a 6-pack.  I just want to get healthy. 

It makes sense if I am training my back I need to train my abs.  Now, I have shorts I wear when I work out.  And a shirt.  I'll throw underwear in there, and socks, but no bra because it is MY HOUSE and no one will see me. 

I do my abs on the hallway floor, nice and flat, plenty of room to work.  But today I decided to do my abs while naked.  I laid down on the floor and did the first movement, and my back formed suction against the floor.  My lower back was like a huge suction cup, it took some effort to break the "seal".  Loud, embarrassing fart noises as I worked - my back forming and breaking suction on the floor.  I heard FART FART with every movement.  It was crazy. 

I will never do that naked, again.  I'm telling you! 

I did some various ab exercises, then took my shower.  I shaved my legs and washed my hair in addition to everything else.  It didn't take too long but the nice thing I didn't have a ticking clock on a pickup.  Even now, Chuck is not coming for a couple of hours. 

I got out, and got dressed in my "regular" clothes, put my shoes on.  I turned on my phone.  The fitness app wanted to "up my game" and increase my goals, I was OK with that.  I am more worried about cardio and that has been good so far, well over the goal even now.  My mother died of a heart attack, I don't forget that - and don't neglect my cardio when I am working out. 

I stuck my phone in one pocket and my stun gun in the other.  I set my fitness app for "taking a walk" and headed out the door.  Pretty uneventful except some kid's dog got away from him and came up behind me.  I didn't know how big, or how aggressive, but I heard it.  I stopped; the kid caught up with us and grabbed the dog, then left.  The rest of the walk was pretty uneventful. 

I have heard some drivers in the subdivision driving like maniacs, I can only figure they are angry at their mothers for bad parenting and resentful they have to be nice to her, today. 

I will call my stepmother and wish her a happy day, but that's about it.  The Bible says to honor parents - not like, not love, but honor (respect) them.   So I give respect. 

I am more a Daddy's girl - it was all about me and my Dad for years.  Good times.  He didn't know how to cook and always served me overcooked flank steak.  He had a battle of wills getting me to eat it but I did eat it eventually.  You'll eat anything when you get hungry enough.  So if nothing else, the cuisine improved when he married my stepmother. 

Ron woke up and is in the kitchen drinking vodka.  He plans to sleep all day and has asked me a couple times about my outing with Chuck today.  I keep telling him, leaving at 1.  He got it the last time. 

I will of course have my phone so Ron can call me if he wants.  I also plan to bring my stun gun because it can be a little iffy on the weekend.  I am just debating do I do laundry now and NOT wash last week's capris (which I am wearing), or do I wait until later? 

I think I will do it now.  I managed to part Ron from his pants with a promise to put the belt back in the loops when I return the clean pants.  He can't do that now. 

I am OK with his new limits, he is taking extraordinary measures not to "bite" about it.  I am not surprised he had a probable stroke, based on the way he abuses himself.  He is "lucky" it wasn't worse. 

But I don't believe in luck.