My weight loss journey: you’ve got to be joking!

Exercise! For me, this is a dirty word. Nasty.

My doctor told me, “you need to move more.” I whined in my head, ‘but I don’t want too.’ 😢

This job is very sedentary. When I get home, the last thing I want to do is MOVE MORE. Take Cheeky out, then crash. Crashing takes on different forms:

Home from work:

Crashing takes many forms,

chores I do not wish to preform.

There are many to be done.

None of them are fun.

Inside and out;

they all make me pout.

Exercise 30 minutes, 3 times a week.

You’ve got to be joking! Eek!

Can we compromise?

How about twice a week when I mow the yard? Surprise.

I just want to sit on the couch,

watch some t.v., read, write. Cuddle with my dog. No chores please. Ouch!

But the chores have to get done.

Especially when there’s sun.

So move I will.

Not a thrill.