Early morning dog walking duty goes to my husband. But come dinnertime, I’m grateful to have a pooch who gives purpose to taking a stroll around the neighborhood. That puppy dog who needs a walk when I really don’t feel so motivated to get my body moving is probably adding years to my life. You’ll understand then why I get pouty when Dear Husband or one of the kids announces they’re in the mood to take the dog out. They just don’t get it. That’s my time to get motivated with my little 30-pound personal fitness coach. Jealous? You bet.
"Inactivity" and "low fruits and vegetables." Might as well throw a housewarming party for all sorts of cancers.
Old House Update: July 2019 Sewing Room/Guest Room - Once again, I find myself realizing just how long it has been since my last blog post. When I last posted, the addition was just starting to shape up and ...
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