At least thirty minutes on the treadmill with the beautiful view. Adding a little each day. This is essential.
I am always amazed at how much better I feel (physically and emotionally) when I exercise.
Why is it so hard to do something that is so good for me?
Notice beautiful things. This is my great-grandmother's pitcher. I love it.
The shadows and sunshine are a bonus.
This is a technique we have used since we were first married. When life gets to be too much, one of us will say: "We need to be very busy." And that means Nothing Happens.
Last weekend's plans didn't work out, but this weekend is going to be Very Busy.
Cannot wait.
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Every morning this week I have woken up late and resolved that *tomorrow* I would work out. So far it hasn't happened; I just keep sleeping and sleeping (we're talking 9-11 hours a night; my [semi-unhealthy] way of avoiding writing philosophy papers...). But now I'm feeling resolved. Today is the day.
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