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Here I go. I’m broaching the subject. Exercise. Say it with me, Ex-er-cise…. yuck!

Ya know those super-athletic people who just need to get out there and move, run, dance, kick-box, play sports. I am not one of those people. But I refuse to let my body go either. Thus I am stuck in the middle of this awkward balance between eating what I want to eat, and moving enough during the day to accommodate this freedom.

Plus! I have an office job. Really all this means is, that I have an excuse for sitting around and not doing anything. I have to be very intentional about my exercise. I am used to having very low paying jobs that demand a lot of physical movement. Now I have a semi-low paying job that provides me with a rolly-chair. I roll to the fax machine, to the mail box, to the printer, to the envelopes. And I’ve gotten very good at this. So good in fact, that I can barely walk anywhere all day.

So, what’s a girl to do?

A.) Get tubby.

B.) Make time for exercise. Sigh…

I’ve tried to build this into my routine. I find that if I have to go to a gym, I do not go. So instead, I walk to work. This takes me 45 minutes. And it is Pender. it is not friendly terrain. We’re talking hills, bushes, roads with no shoulders. And very friendly electricians that offer to give me a ride which I have to stoicly refuse! There is so much opposition, and most of it is in my head.

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I’m hoping that the farm will lend itself to getting me into shape. I’m also hoping that it will lend me to eating more nutritious food. If I’m growing it myself, I know exactly what is in the soil and what is not. This is what I’m excited about.

Wow, writing about exercise is making me tired. Better go sit on the couch for a while and not strain myself… Chips anyone?