I thought a fun show, some chocolate truffles, and speaking in a soft, steady voice would make for the beginnings of a great day.
But I am still me, a little sensitive sometimes to harsh words. Wish I could have hid my head under my paws all day like a scared puppy does. Instead I replayed some hurtful comments made to me a few days ago over and over in my head.
Let me tell you honey, it isn't easy hiding from your own thoughts.
I felt lame today. Like as in can't walk sort of lame.
And where was my magic box in all this? My spankin' new apparatus that is supposed to help me through this sort of thing? My PEDOMETER held out on me today. I put one foot in front of the other and eked out the basic daily responsibilities and maybe read a bedtime story and did one pajama dance with my kids.
Step count for the day:
529 steps
Emotional little bugger. There is another pedometer waiting out there for me, one to be counted on.
Pun intended!
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