Pretend this post was written yesterday.
Friday was one of my favorite days of the year - my annual cookie party. I invite a bunch of ladies over, we decorate sugar cookies, eat snacks, and drink lots of holiday drinks and wine.
I took Friday off to clean. Now cleaning my apartment is a complete workout. Not that it is big, but it was so not clean. I also had to run a bunch of errands to pick up last minute stuff and I chose to walk instead of drive. It took a bit longer, but it was a beautiful day. And I figured it helped justify how many cookies I would eat.
And, according to a online calorie counter, I would burn about 180 calories an hour cooking. So all my baking and getting ready for a party totally counts as a workout.