Today I am grateful for sneakers. I made a statement at Weight Watchers the other day that stuck with me. Don’t you hate it when your own words come back to haunt?
I had said, “The hardest part about going out for a walk is putting on my sneakers because I wear slippers when I’m home.” Bam! Bam! Bam! It wouldn’t shut up, much like the peppermint-candy-bark that screams “eat me NOW” from the kitchen.
Yesterday I walked all over the blasted mall looking for a specific item to no avail. I hate shopping. I hate the mall more. I hate that the mall was hot (had to be 85 in there—like a sauna) and the floors are slippery and there are no carts so you have to strap your coat and your purse and everything else around you like a pack mule. I walked a lot but hated it. Every unsuccessful minute.
So today I woke up and thought about my comment about the sneakers. When I got dressed, instead of slippers, I put on the sneakers. It worked. I had breakfast and read the paper, then decided it was time. Out I went, into the cool, crisp, sunshine, pokey hair sticking up out of my visor like a pissed off porcupine.
Walking outside beats the blasted mall any day and I am grateful I was motivated by my own words to strap on those sneakers first thing. The walk was wonderful. Go figure.