I keep telling myself that I am going to start walking or riding my bike every day. I get to the end of my street and turn around to come back. My elderly neighbor, Ed, was standing out in his yard today looking nosey.
"Going for a walk?" he asked.
"To the end of the street and back," I replied.
He looked confused and I couldn't help but laugh inwardly at the world's shortest jaunt. I just feel entirely too lazy to walk or do any amount of exercise.
I awoke this morning feeling shaky like my anxiety attacks were going to plague me today. What did I do? I drove over to my parent's house to get four caffeine loaded drinks.
"Isn't that caffeine going to make your attacks worse?" Mrs. Obvious, mom, asked me.
"I will only drink two an hour," I told her.
That is two people I have exasperated today. Mom was standing in her pajamas at the back door looking confused as I left.