Ten days ago, I made a commitment to myself to exercise for one hour each day. So far, I’ve kept that promise for eight out of the ten days. I’ve decided to take weekends off, which means my goal is five hours of exercise per week.
Right now, most of my workouts are a mix of stretches, chair yoga, and chair exercises. I did manage to squeeze in a 10-minute session of floor exercises—though, honestly, one of the perks of that is how much effort it takes to get back up off the floor! Still, I’m breaking a sweat without pushing myself to the point of injury. Some days I feel incredibly motivated, while other days, not so much.
Tonight, my daughter asked me to hunt down some specific family photos. These were tucked away in the back of a closet, buried under a stack of boxes. By the time I had the box uncovered and sorted through the photos, I’d racked up another thirty minutes of exertion for the day. At one point, I was so wiped out that I had to lie down on one of the guest beds nearby—hey, that has to count as exercise too, right?
I know there’s a lot of work ahead of me if I want to get in better shape, but I’m focusing on one day at a time and trying to keep a positive mindset. Some days are easier than others, but I’m staying committed.
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