A peice of Cake?

Over the last month or so I have tried hard to comply with the demands of the fitness app on my phone/watch.

This relentless task master expects me to 

• burn at least 300 calories a day (fortunately it doesn't ask how many I have consumed - good thing really as I haven't a clue)
• move every hour for twelve hours of the day, 
• and exercise for 30 minutes.

The first two (red and blue circles) are usually acheived without any difficulty - the third (green circle) indicating exercise, requires consistant and planned effort.

Yesterday I was doing well. 

I had completed about eight minutes of exercise before lunch by walking in circles around the garden. 

When we moved here, 

one of my requests was to have a path around the back garden, 

so one could amble around a circular route 

rather than walking to the end and back, 

which is just too boring! 

In the evening I took the KHT on a Grand Expedition to the nearby Tesco, 

leaving home late enough so that there wouldn't be many customers in the store.

I checked my exercise tally upon reaching the store and I only needed another 10 minutes to complete my target.

"Piece of cake" I thought, "I should that EASILY accomplish that on the way back."

Supermarkets are not my favourite places, 

but my daughter likes to wander in wonder down the hallowed aisles.

The KHT negotiated 20 minutes of gazing in retail adoration whilst I ambled around 

and s-l-o-w-l-y selected my shopping.

By the time I had five litres of specialist milk (out of stock on our recent click and collect order), potatoes, meat and sugar, that was a pretty heavy load. 

If I hadn't taken the granny trolley with us I would have been phoning my husband for a lift!

Fortunately we both ended up at the tills at the same time, 

our goods were paid for and packed

and set off on our return journey.

WoW! The trolley WAS heavy, 

slowing me down, 

but I was resolute! 

So resolute that I didn't even stop 

to take a photo of the beautiful flower bejewelled by raindrops. 

If you pause 

then the app also takes a break from calculating your exercise, 

until it has decided to recognise that you are moving again.

I am infamous for taking photographs, 

so that is an indication of just how determined I was

to reach my goal.

By the time we arrived home, my arm was dead from towing the weighty wagon.

I collapsed on the settee and triumphantly checked my phone

anticipating three completed rings and a celebratory display. 

To my surprise It had only counted two minutes of exercise on my return journey, despite the weight I was towing. 

How rude!

This evening I did not care about my targets. 

I sent the app to Coventry.

The KHT had been off on a three mile hike earlier in the day, 

so I swapped evening exercise for a candlelit bath, 

whilst being seranaded by the distant boom of a bassoon 

and enjoyed a piece of cake.