Brenda’s closet. Day 33.

Okay, I confess.  I do not love to exercise. Maybe it’s because I’m on my feet 12 hours a day and some secret part of me thinks that should be enough to keep me in shape.  But, no.  I keep trying to fight the expanding waist and the muffin top…

I have, over the years,  acquired a treadmill, a Chuck Norris machine (thinking my Bob would join me), and a yoga mat.  All are in place and ready to go in the extra bedroom.  There is a TV and a DVD player too—even a Pilate’s DVD.  My exercise clothes hang on hooks on the back of the door.  There is a thin layer of dust on everything.

I open the door to this room every now and then and peek in…nothing ever changes in there and nothing happens in there. Crud.  I am guilt ridden, but not enough to actually step in.  I used to think this was cheaper, more efficient and less embarrassing than signing up for a gym membership, but I think, in reality, I was giving myself an out.   No one to answer to but me.

I have a new plan. Baby steps. I am going to try to go on my treadmill 5 days a week.  I will give up potato chips.  Two little things that I should be able to do.  They will make a difference.  I actually like the treadmill—gives me time to think and I do feel better when I use it.  The potato chip thing is going to be hard.  I am married to an enabler…

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Take care. Eat an apple.  Brenda