Do something.

Sometimes, “movement” is simply making a choice to get off the couch or out of the bed and to do something. One thing. Any thing. 

Today, I had to talk myself into standing up, walking to the laundry and throwing in a load or two. 

Today, I had to will myself into getting off my bum and sweeping, lugging the vacuum out, filling it with water, and at least sucking up the crud in the high-traffic areas. 

Today, I had to almost quite literally force myself into my 10yo son’s bathroom to bleach and hazmat (pretty much) the area. 

Our challenge was at least 20 minutes of anything “extra,” every day, for 365 days in a row. I think on the days when the inclination is “do nothing,” anything is something. 

When I choose to walk a few stairs instead of using an elevator, that’s something. Instead of asking someone to bring me a drink or a whatever, doing it myself is something. Parking the car a little bit further is something. Walking two and a half miles instead of calling it quits after a mile or so bc I really have to pee probably isn’t smart, but it’s something. 

So today, 90 minutes of “off my rear” when that was my druther, is something. It’s more than sitting.

It’s extra.

It counts. 

Doesn’t it?

*If it doesn’t, at least the house smells good.