After requesting to cancel my gym membership, a very sweet marketing text came from the company telling me they could just freeze my account until I felt like returning to the gym.
A workout outfit.
Saw a lady all jazzed up in her workout clothes and thought just how stinking cute workout clothes are and how much fun they are to wear.
And you know what happened.
I sent a text to my bestie and said I changed my mind and after our girls trip, I will get serious about working out.
“What made you change your mind?” she asked.
Everyone needs that one friend who untangles your mental spaghetti.
And lays it straight.
“Well, I need it,” I said.
Not to mention when I am at home I can think about a billion other things to do.
As we have been talking about hopes, dreams, goals and plans, I penciled a list in a small wire bound castaway old notebook that got mashed in the bottom of my camera bag.
Worthy notes, indeed, on dog eared pages.
Exercise today was supposed to be “walk around the yard.” Instead, it was send some cards to friends and tote stuff from the front passenger seat of my car to the trunk so I could take my car to the car spa.
If cars could talk, she would sigh, chew her mint gum and file her nails as she batted her eyelashes at me.
She clearly knew I was not going to fetch out my box of tools, two beach chairs, small bag of newspapers, one overstuffed choir folder and a few pairs of shoes and who knows how many sweaters are hanging around in there. There might even be a roll of toilet paper. Lol. (Duh, fishing bait, or a square to spare if in the middle of nowhere or something like that. Grandma said it was essential and I in my adult life has never used the bathroom outdoors, we just don’t do that any more !!) Nevertheless, it’s there. Along with a battery-less flashlight. And a jar of peanut butter. And a beach towel.
And a few cloth grocery bags.
(Says me to the people reading this laughing, don’t judge me.)
So I made my list and put my chores on there, quiet time with prayer, write articles and make phone calls, visit the hairdresser for root color and a trim, visit the car spa for an overall cleaning, go to the grocery store, write another article, return to the house and cook a batch of turkey to freeze, two pans of meatballs for supper with spaghetti, bread and salad, freeze five bowls of chili, pet the cat multiple times, eat supper and run downtown to shoot photos for a magazine.
For sure, a productive day.
I guess my tennis shoes are running to catch up to me today.
My plan worked.
I got my steps in.