KLT, wherever you are
Tonight, I cleaned the kitchen, and I *enjoyed* it.
I turned it into a workout. Even though I’m wearing jeans (that are ever so slightly looser, thanks) and boots, I stood with my feet hip-width apart, perpendicular to the cabinet, toes nearly, but not quite to the level of the cabinets. I stood tall. I tucked my hips. And there, using the cabinet as a guide, I sat there doing KLT as I merrily washed my dishes.
I’ve most assuredly lost my mind. Insanity hasn’t ever felt quite so good.