I wonder about this body of mine sometimes. I didn't really walk yesterday, and my body is stiff and complaining. It wants exercise. I sort of heard it grumbling, but wouldn't listen. If I want to feel really old, all I have to do is stop moving. Today will be different. I am resolved. I have to engagements with friends, and I'm walking as much as I can in and around being out, and maybe after I've finished with the second, I'll mosey around by myself.
I was thinking yesterday that I don't have one good chair to read in, and that doesn't help either. I'm so short that my feet don't touch the ground, so I get myself in contortions to feel braced and comfortable. I need good light and a chair that fits me. Yesterday I was in a huge chaise lounge chair in the sunroom, and nothing was supporting my lower back. I just wanted to be in a light, cheerful room, but I would have been better off hanging myself upside down from the ceiling, like a spider. They probably have plenty of light, and they are supported by a web of their own making. I'm going to solve this sedentary dilemna, and also the sedentary problem of not being active enough. At least I can dance to my Gypsy Kings and tromp around the neighborhood. Girl, get your dancing feet on!
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