You go, girls!
My exciting life involves sitting: sitting at the computer, sitting at music lessons, sitting at the graduation ceremony, sitting at church. Feeling pudgy, two weeks ago I resolved to move a bit more, and even joined the summer attendance program at Jazzercise. Then I promptly caught a cold from Youngest Daughter, and couldn’t do anything for lack of lung power.
Last week, having somewhat recovered, I tried to get with the program. I woke up at 6:30 AM and went out for a walk. I saw two rabbits, 5 birds, 27 chipmunks, another early riser watering his garden (he said hi), and a toilet (it was trash day). The toilet reminded me of the chores waiting for me at home. I wished I could sing “Aaaah” like Princess Giselle in Enchanted and get the animals to follow me home. Since housework doesn’t count as exercise, I might as well get some animals to do it for me. I would ask the resident children, but it’s easier to get animals to do housework.
Thirty minutes after I began my walk, I was back home, asthmatic after my exertions. Since then I have used every excuse in the book to avoid both exercise and housework. It’s raining. I’m coughing. I have too much to do. And my favorite excuse: it’s time for lunch.