You think you can…

…thanks to my FitBit Zip, I thought I was doing something.I could take care of myself.

I am thirty pounds thinner than I was this past October, and was walking up 15,000 steps once I got over my GI attack.

Then came the job,

Nothing trains you for life as a cashier, or life as a veal, as it were.You get to walk maybe six steps once in a while when a transaction warrants it.You get your little scanning gun and record the items on sale in a shoppers basket.Other times you are just doing lifting, scanning, and bagging:all upper torso action.Even with good supportive shoes on, my legs are screaming.Can we walk a little? Nope is the answer. For a 6 hour shift you get a fifteen minute break.When that comes, I haul myself out into fresh air and try to relax away from the store.

The worst thing is I get to come home and I get the girls out for the last walk of the night but it still leave me 500 steps short.It takes little effort to do that, but for legs I thought were in shape, well, they have a long way to go.

I will get my girls out one way or another.I miss them when I am not here, and I am sure they miss me too, or at least our walks.

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thereisnosanityclause

Sixty year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

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