a healthy walk

I shouldn’t have eaten that last cookie.

I went for a walk after dinner, because it’s, y’know, healthy. Mostly all I do is sit on my butt all day long. That’s my job. Professional butt-sitter. It doesn’t take a lot of physical activity to supervise a total of ten people, even when you throw a couple of management meetings in there. Me and my chair know each other pretty well.

So I take a walk whenever I can, which is maybe once a day when I can tear myself away from the office during lunch hour. Twice a day if I can get a walk after dinner. I used to take a walk every morning, but in the winter it’s really hard to make myself do that because it sucks. When I did make myself do it, I would come back to Our Humble O’Bode feeling like a meat popsicle. My command of the English language does not encompass the literary skill needed to convey to you how miserable I feel when I get cold, even only a little cold. I would always rather be warm than cold, so I don’t go out in the mornings during the winter, because that’s when it’s, well, coldest.

This evening was one of those nights when dinner was over before seven o’clock, the sun was still bright and I had plenty of time before bed to finish my other chores, so I bundled up and headed out the door to make a quick circuit of the neighborhood.

Halfway down the street, I started to wonder what kind of chocolate-covered nibblies they had on the counter at Ken’s Deli. Before I knew what was happening, my feet steering me in that direction. My feet! I didn’t have anything to do with it! They did it all by themselves! Curse you, damned feet!

When I was less than a hundred yards from Ken’s, though, I caught sight of Fraboni’s and remembered that they had those yummy German wafer cookies. Not too long after that, my feet remembered the same thing and soon I was on an entirely different course. And that’s how I found myself heading back home in possession of a half-kilo bag of wafer cookies. Good thing I went for a walk tonight. Walks are so good for your health.

Those last two cookies. I shouldn’t have eaten those last two cookies.

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