I must hereby admit that my exercise routine of late has mostly consisted of walking every day. It might not get the heart rate up quite as high, but I enjoy it.
I haven’t had much energy the past few weeks. I just want to come home and instantly become vertical on the sofa. I know. Pathetic.
But not last night. I had normal people energy levels. So much so that I cleaned every room in the entire house after a full day of productive work in the office. I just don’t know what got into me. I should probably go to the doctor and have my head checked. I think I finally couldn’t take all the muddy dog paw prints all over the living room floor. There was the putting away of clutter (not all mine, mind you!), sweeping, dishwasher unloading, dishwasher refilling, bed making, laundry folding, and all kinds of other good things going down. The house looks fabulous.
And I think I burnt at least 150 calories in the process.
Oh, and I even paid some bills that were burning a hole in my purse.
That didn’t burn any calories though. Just cash.
I probably should have kept going…maybe written some inspirational poetry (I haven’t written any poetry since freshman year in high school, I think) or maybe found a publisher for my novel…but, after hours of dusting and scrubbing, I parked it in the Lazy Boy with a piece of cold pineapple pizza and watched The Voice.
A well deserved zone-out moment, I believe.
I think there should be a new Law of the Universe where a woman automatically loses at least one pound every time she cleans the house…plus an automatic two-pound loss every time she pays the household bills. At least that way, you could eat chocolate ice cream every time you pay the bills and have a calorie-neutral experience. You might be broke, but at least you’d be happy.