M. Suzanne Terry

Last night, we had Supper Club. We made homemade bread and pasta.  After intense carb-loading (and more than one generous glass of wine), the very last thing I wanted to do when I go home was exercise.  I was going to use this as my movement for the day:

(Action shot of Adriana and Josh)

Cranking the pasta maker is movement.  Technically. So is kneading bread. Technically.

But even though my arms are a little sore from the kneading (seriously – I have to get my arms stronger – this is ridiculous), counting cooking as movement seems a little cheaty, particularly when said cooking was interrupted by large amounts of wine and chocolate.

So when I got home, I did the only movement that my full, happy belly could take.  I stretched.

It was glorious. First of all, I did all of it sitting on the floor. I’m all about any activity that I can do sitting down. Second, it only took about a half hour (and about four refills of my 20 oz. water bottle…because wine) to fully stretch every major muscle group and a few of the minor ones.

Best of all, it relaxed me and was a nice transition to bed. I slept so well.

By the end of the month, I would like to have a morning and night ritual, because winding down and waking up are both hard for me. This might be a good one for the night-time. Noted.

Calories burned – 113.  That’s approximately three quarters of a six-minute mile. Not bad for being full of carbs and wine.

I’m committing to 31 Days of Movement.