LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. — The holiday season draws closer and closer and visions of plump turkeys with all the fixings in a Thanksgiving meal are prominent in the minds of most Americans.
With Christmas — known for its sweets and treats — falling just one day short of exactly four weeks after the fall feast, the month-long Eat-Athon usually means packing on the pounds for most people. But New Year’s Day, which comes just one week after Christmas, allows for some justification of resolutions to lose that weight.
Diets and gym memberships undoubtedly increase during the early months of the year as people resolve the lose those extra pounds gained during the holiday season. With spring right around the corner from the launch of the new year, the thoughts of bathing suit season inevitably contribute to the determination to drop those pounds, and fast.
For some, a stringent exercise routine is a daily practice. Others may vary to several times a week, a couple times a month, or “whenever.” And some never engage in exercise other than the usual daily activities of walking, lifting food and drinks to our mouths, and trips back and forth to the kitchen.
Speaking for myself, I credit the year’s worth of exercise on my behalf to walking through public events each year as part of my job duties. The larger affairs such as the County Fair, Laurel County Homecoming, and World Chicken Festival require some walking during the summer events. Occasionally, throwing in a jaunt from The Sentinel-Echo office to the Laurel County Judicial Center when all parking lots are packed is another venue of exercise I count towards my yearly quota.
For those who know me best, my reputation for running late speaks for itself. I’ve been told since I was very young that I will be late for my own funeral, and I’ve made plans already to see that it happens just that way.
I justify this habit by saying that late arrivals ensure that everyone knows I am present — that being late allows me to “make my entrance” and ensure that my presence is known by all who are on time. The adage of “Better late than never” is one that was adopted by me years ago and rings true still today.
So, as the holiday season of “sweets and treats” approaches and the inevitable struggle to drop those pounds gained during these holidays persists, the sign posted above my cubbyhole in The Sentinel-Echo newsroom describes my attitude perfectly.
“Does running late count as exercise?”