It has come to my attention that I spend a great deal of time not moving much more than my hands. Writing, reading, knitting, cooking...not a whole lot of activity going on there. I used to walk all over town, up and down hills, carrying heavy loads and pushing strollers. Now I watch other people walk by the house and sometimes I wave (more hand movements). It is time to start walking again.
I am a creature of habit. Once I establish a routine any deviation makes me cranky. I think talking myself in to leaving the house for an hour when it is cold outside is going to be difficult. Seriously difficult. But it is time. I can't stop getting old, but there are factors I can control that will help the getting old part go more smoothly. Ee gads it never occurred to me I would get old. Funny how that works.