I have to admit I experience a significant amount of pride when I get out there and do a sweat-worthy workout in my twice-weekly sessions with my trainer, which in my deductive mind, allows me license to eat a hearty after-meal, then pop a few cookies in my mouth, or enjoy a chocolate bar picked up at the health food store, without a twinge of guilt.
The heavy-set man sits on the low-level wall every day between 11 & 12 Monday through Friday, draped in a fluorescent orange vest, legs dangling, coke to his right, chips to his left, working his way through the sandwich from the cafe run by Joy…
I just reorganized my closet, dresser, filed or shredded papers that have been on my desk for months. I’ve got a bag of clothes, shoes, belts and sundry other items ready to take to the local women’s shelter. I’ve folded and tucked away winter sweaters, long-sleeve shirts and corduroy pants and pulled out the summer dresses, shorts and sleeveless tops.
You could say I wasted time today; read the comics, a couple of useless articles in the paper, took the long way round to work, slowed down to watch kids of all ages play sports in the park.
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