Steps

     It is funny how my perception changes with situations.  One of the reasons I did not care for our house in Bulverde anymore was because of all the steps.  One had to go down 5 steps to go to the kitchen and dining room and up 12 more steps to the master bedroom and office.  On my days off I was continually going up and down the steps.  I tried my best to talk myself into liking it, “Oh this will be the 5^th time you’ve done this, your body is so grateful”, but after about the 10^th time I was not so grateful anymore.  When we were looking for an apartment, I insisted on a first floor.  My husband wanted a 2^nd floor apartment; it was more secure, you could see more from the balcony etc.  I did not want steps.  We live on the 2^nd floor.  After our first big grocery store haul, he understood why I did not want a second floor.  Too late.  I have now started a health program where I walk around the block every morning, and have incorporated walking up and down a set of steps in the beginning of my walk and the end.  Go figure.  When I am in the mode of “I am doing something healthy for body”, the steps do not bother me.  When I come home from work or shopping, they are a chore.  It is all in the perception.