Walkin’ it out

I don’t care what you think. I even do squats and crunch my side obliques at the stop lights. 

When I have a six pack and buns of steel, we’ll see if I still look “crazy”

I’ll admit. I used to judge.  I’d think, “No way! What is she doing?” whenever I saw a woman power walking in the middle of the day in her good clothes. But now I am so down for the cause – with the exception of walking in my work clothes. I bring a change. 

Early in the spring, the ladies in my department made a pact – no pregnancies required! We agreed to get focused about getting fit. That meant no one would bring in Krispy Kreme or bags of chocolate for the candy dish. We were all unhappy with our physiques. It was time to act.

Accountability ensued. So now, when someone expresses a desire to eat Dunkin Donuts we lovingly discourage her. And, together, we walk about 1-mile each day. It’s group mentality at its finest. 

In the food court: “Are you sure you want fries with that?”

In the break room: “You know coffee isn’t fattening until you add all that cream and sugar”

After some time off: “Did you work out this weekend?”

Before a walk: “That’s no excuse! I have extra socks.”