Last night I not only (carefully, being mindful of my back) used the "gentle belly dance for beginners" DVD, but I went for a half hour walk!

The Madwoman came down from her attic around 9pm*, and after slamming back her first cup of coffee, said "Walkies?!" She was amused to learn what *I* meant by walkies meant strolling around the neighborhood for a bit, not hiking our way to Swanson's and back.

She was also amused by what I wore: long swooshy skirt and a stretch velvet overdress. ("Aren't you going to overheat?" "GENTLE STROLLING, JAY".)

It was nice.

And today I have created a special exercise tracking page for my organizer; every day I exercise, I give myself a shiny sticker. Look, whatever tiny validation I can use here will be helpful. (Huh, I should set a monthly reward, shouldn't I? Exercise X amount of days in a month, treat myself to a thing.)




* The Madwoman works as a baker. (She's on furlough, but is a baker.) Which means she keeps bakers' hours and tries to go to bed around 2pm. Our awake times overlap weirdly.
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