My aching body tells me that the plan to make fitness a hobby is underway. I have already learned that the "just go running" would not be enough motivation for me. Two half-mile runs in a week is not very impressive. What IS impressive is that Hubby and I have both met the 10,000 step goal twice already! If 10,000 steps does not seem like a lot, I dare you to track your steps for a day. I would be surprised if you naturally get more than 5,000. We have only hit the 10,000 mark by going on LONG walks in the evening. The gadget on my wrist has been a great motivation and constant reminder to keep moving.
Anyway, this post is supposed to be about the second plan for this phase of childlessness: restore a love of reading. How will we do that? Well, my strategy is to read what I want to read. I often get bogged down in books that are good for me. If I am not in the mood for the good-for-me book that I should be reading, I tend to skip reading all together. If I can get back to reading just for the fun of it, maybe the good-for-me books will become more appealing.
So, what am I reading? Well, let me just tell you... my coffee table is full of books right now. I finished Freakonomics last week, then absolutely devoured The Scarlet Pimpernel over the weekend [SO GOOD!]. I have a few good-for-me books that are also interesting enough to pick up: Letters to a Birmingham Jail and Extravagant Grace: God's Glory Displayed in Our Weakness. The pile on my coffee table is so diverse and exciting, I haven't decided what to pick up next. Here's the list and why:
- Girl Underwater, by Claire Kells - Because a friend said that she read it in one breath.
- The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini - Because it was on my Goodreads list, so somebody must have told me something good about it once.
- The Westing Game, by Ellen Raskin - Because I remember my sister LOVING that book at one point.
- Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë - Because I should have read it already.
- Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo - Because it's a classic and my sister loves it. I accidentally bought the abridged version, which seems like a merciful accident.
- Anne of Green Gables, by L.M. Montgomery - Because I have started it three times.
- Leave it to Psmith, by P.G. Wodehouse - Because it's supposed to be the best.
Ah, I'm excited to get back to reading. Stay tuned for Plan 3: Get Out of Town.
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