Budget Blues

My favourite pastimes are going out for coffee and shopping.  I love to trot out to the store, the inexpensive fruit and veggie store and grab a couple oranges or a few grapes and whatever looks appealing for my dinner.  Or my lunch. Or a snack. There’s no better break for someone like me who’s been trying all day to have a brilliant idea than a walk and a coffee.  Is it bad that they know me at Tim Hortons?

Apparently yes.  My daily happy money has been cut to $5. That represents a drastic reduction from the previous allowable of ……. Unlimited. 

After not quite a week, I can honestly say.  Nothing. I don’t want to swear on the Internet.  However, this is about as hard as giving up crack cocaine or chocolate.  All that time and no happy spending to fill it.  I have tried reading a book, doing cleaning, folding my laundry, napping and lots of surfing stupid stuff online.  Blah!  The person who is acting as a self-appointed financial advisor has suggested going to the gym.

Tonight, I did that.  So. In order not to be able to wander into Tims or Fresh Fruit Heaven, I left my wallet and lovely green debit card at home. But it was raining.  Should I get wet or stay dry at home?  Ok, different coat on and I’m on my way. Halfway thru the soggy, muddy, park I realize in order to do my physio exercises, I need my theraband.  Back home, getting drippier and exponentially crabbier by the second.  Out again, after giving myself a stern talking to about not giving up, I dash across Mount Pleasant and slide to the door. Legs freezingly wet, I arrive at GoodLife and squeeze my way amongst the sweaty bunch taking up the mat area. 

Did my physio sets. Three times three things, right next to huge guy who could crush me with an inadvertent thigh stretch.  I am brave.  Question is did it work? Or should I say, did it work out?

Did I hate it and really want to shop and sip?   Are all those tales of about endorphins kicking in just urban legends? Was I even more cranky, if marginally fitter? Or did I end up feeling all virtuous and cheerful, pleased to accomplish my somewhat neglected anti-knee-injury plips and plops?  This is embarrassing.  What can I say?  It may have been…… good.  I dried off fast and did all the sets and shared a few smiles and hellos a bit of chit chat. I’m not sure I’m ready to admit it, but I feel, um, ok.  I’m just going to keep this to myself for now, Myself and you.