I wrote a page in my journal about how I should have gone for a walk yesterday, also I woke up at 5am so I just went and walked on my treadmill.

I was going to do 2 miles, that was the plan, my little dog Zoey was walking from the front door to the back door. She would go in the bedroom come out and do it again. Then 25 minutes in she went and got the big dog Bentley (he’s the one trying to look cute in the picture.) So, I stopped and let them out.

I have the back door open now and I’m letting the breeze in, because the debate in my mind when I was writing my journal page was, ‘should I go for a walk outside? Or on my walking machine?’

‘Or outside? get some fresh air?’

‘Or on the walking machine? No fresh air, but I can look out the window.’

Then I was like, ‘girl, you are thinking way too much about this, just walk somewhere.’

So I walked on the walking machine for 25 minutes.

Then Zoey took it all away from me.

Maybe tomorrow morning I’ll sneak out with her for a walk. Maybe that’s what she’s trying to tell me, or I’ll just open the back door for her so I can walk on the walking machine in peace.

Well, I have nothing else to say, have a wonderful day.