During my rare alone time last night i was asking myself exactly what might help me be able to carry out my exercises since that is a huge failure of mine. I really have no place to exercise. The exercise “room” has a cement floor that is often wet plus it really has no ROOM unless i fold up the treadmill. And i just don’t do that. I like the treadmill down to hop on and off at a moment’s notice. It also makes me feel vulnerable because dh uses it for his stuff (2 closets plus other containers) and exercises and can just walk in any time.
So, i was thinking the “Granny’s Attic” space that is between our room and bathroom could suit. That door locks. The floor is carpeted. It’s even heated on the coldest days. I mentioned it to dh and at first he didn’t think so. This morning it came up and we talked it around and he made me a “deal”. He wanted the couch space – dgs’s “room” – at the bottom of the stairs where i’ve been sitting to read my Bible and study and stuff, in exchange for the Granny’s Attic space. Done!
We’ve spent the middle of the day pulling shelves off the walls, moving my junk and his junk, taking out the loveseat, removing a bulletin board, a gun cabinet and deer antlers... you know, all that kind of stuff. I’m kind of excited!