I treated myself to a step pedometer instead of joining a weight loss program. Being on a program makes me paranoid and sulky. Gadgets are fun.
Here it is last Friday after getting Mimi and Sparks out the door, then scrubbing the bathrooms. A waltz around the shopping mall was 2000 steps. A walk on the prairie trail, turning back after the enchanted wooded bit, was 4000. Along the wooded trail to the swingsets and back–with backtracking to encourage the balky toddler–was 6000. An icy Sunday spent on the sofa watching football was only 3500.
So much fun. Walking is a form of exercise I don’t resent, and this will encourage me to walk more. Now if only the weather would cooperate… it is 15 degrees Fahrenheit outside right now. Ick.