Who Needs A Gymn (Maybe the Jacuzzi??)

One, two, tie a shoe! (Crumb I've got 2 feet!)
One, two, tie second shoe! Dang! Forgot to put slacks on.
Bend and stretch, ugh! Shoes are untied.
Put on slacks. Repeat original exercise one more time.

Bend and stretch, reach for the stars (more like reach for the cereal).
There goes Jupiter, there goes Mars! (Cereal just fell off shelf and hit my head.)

One, two, cha, cha, cha -- avoid falling over the dog.
Oops! Dog miscued and went the other way, jog, jog, jog to keep from falling.

Vacuum and reach to dust (not too high, because what I can't see probably isn't dusty).

Use the broom and get the cobwebs. Not that broom, the one marked "ceilings only".
Use the vacuum to pick up the pieces of stuff you knocked over while using the broom.

Empty the dishwasher for maximum bending and stretching.
Fill the dishwasher for more of same.

Seven trips from island to pantry (good for 1/4 mile, but doesn't get what you need from pantry).
Keep a-truckin' you'll remember the baking soda yet.
Stir and blend and round the end you'll have something tasty for dinner.

Upper arm both front and back? Make bread the old way. Knead and roll, knead and roll.
Feel the burn! (oh, that was from the hot oven). Just realized all that bread dough helped work out the aggression I was feeling.

Pick up socks, pick up shorts. Pick up slacks, and pick up shirts. Yup, get those core muscles working taking the laundry to the machine. More bending and stretching. Upper body flexibility while snapping and folding sheets. (Ever wonder why the person with the shortest wing span is the one who can fold the Queen-sized sheets without letting them touch the floor?)

When the day is done, the evening meal is over (healthy all the way), you wonder why there's no weight loss. Could it be because the half loaf of bread with real butter consumed was not the best choice for a snack?

That's OK it's all there to do again tomorrow. And not once did I have some trim little creature telling me to peddle faster or add more weight to the pulleys. No hunks in muscle shirts offering to help me weigh in so they could see I probably weigh more than they do! Life is pretty good. Think I'll have that Jacuzzi installed tomorrow.