Well I have to get something off my chest,
I am in love with my treadmill,
I have been visiting in the morning and afternoon,
And Monday night in the middle of the night,
I wanted to go visit.
I decided against it as my hubby lay sleeping.
He would probably hear me breathing fast and think I was dreaming,
and come to check on me, so I lay in bed watching the clock
counting the minutes until I could step on it again.
I named my treadmill.
His name is Musta.
drum roll please..
Because I Musta have to walk every day.
the only one that is not impressed with my new toy,
is my dog. He just can not figure out how come I am walking,
and he is just sitting looking at me all glum and dreary eyed!
Ah a good belly rub and he will be fine,
I had a serious circulation problem,
since walking and drinking more water and cutting way back on bread,
my legs are not throbbing at night.
How are you all doing with yours?
I would love to hear what is working for you!
So Wednesday morning when I wake up,
I am going to look in the mirror,
smile, tell myself to keep going, because I am worth it,
I believe, I believe, I believe,
in all the effort I am putting into me
I am going to have
My Very Best Day Ever!
Now I have that song I am A Believer
running around in my head.
Be well, until next time.