Sticker on the Calendar

I set a goal for myself for June: to work out, in some form, every day of the month.  I don't care if it's skipping around the dining room table, doing backflips down the driveway, or marching in place in the living room with my husband looking at me like I'm nuts, as long as movement is involved.

As soon as I set that goal, life chuckled and said, "Heck, no."  It seems like every day, something has come up to make fitting in any kind of workout nearly impossible.

Yesterday, I planned to change clothes and work out as soon as I got home from work, since I had a long to-do list for the evening.  But then my husband told me that my stepdaughter was coming by, and we were taking her out for her birthday dinner.  Okay, so I shifted gears.  I checked my list and got busy cleaning while we were waiting for her to arrive, so all of that was done and crossed off the list.  And hey, sweeping, mopping, and vacuuming sure feel like a workout.

We had fun at dinner, catching up, telling stories, and laughing over old memories.  Before I knew it, it was well after 9 PM, and I still hadn't worked out.

It's too late now to work now, I told myself when we got home.

But seriously?  Flaking out on my goal only three days in?

So I changed clothes and did a very short workout, only one mile of indoor walking (thank you, Leslie Sansone), but I did it.  That is the important part to me.  It wasn't the workout I had planned, but I had a nice evening, spent time with my husband and my stepdaughter, and I still put that sticker on the calendar for the day's workout.  I still made it a priority, told myself that doing something for me was important, and I got it done.

I told my husband I was only going to put a little sticker on the calendar for the day since it was a short workout.  He said no, use a big sticker, because everything was stacked against me, and I still did it. I like the way that man thinks!