Grocery shopping = exercise. believe me. it does.

I don't know what it is about grocery shopping that I don't particularly like.

Oh wait.

 No I do. 

It's all part of the lead up to the dinner making shenanigans that happen in our house. I don't know, wandering the isles thinking, will I use this? How do I use this? It could work. Sure. I'll just buy it = just stress for me.

Anyways. Back to the original intention of this post. I'm very proud of myself because I found the only perk to grocery shopping. Sometimes. Just sometimes, when I'm real lazy I use the excuse of grocery shopping as a means of exercise. Now hear me through. It makes logical sense when I explain it.

Take Superstore for example. The massive parking lot, lots of walking = hello cardio. Pushing the cart = strength training. The HUGE mountain to get into Superstore = UM... EXERCISE. Trust me. If you saw me huffing going into the store you'd know I just worked out. Anyways. Roaming the isles {this store is HUGE} = lots more walking. Food into cart = major strength training {those milk cartons are heavy, folks}. Turning the corners with rickety wheels and a heavy cart = designated areas of the body strength training. Walking. Walking. Walking = more cardio, baby. Sometimes I intentionally walk fast just for extra exercise. Then, nearing the end of my work out I exercise will power.

NO chocolate. 

NO junk magazines. 

NO clothes.

Huge exercise of will power. 

Now the trek back to the car. This cart is H.E.A.V.Y. down this mountain = major muscle exercise {who designed this store btw. Not a woman, clearly}. Also exercise will power to not hop on the back of it and ride it down. Loading bags into car = more arm strength training. Walking cart  to its garage home = more walking. Then back to the car = that's a lot of walking, ya'll.

So. Yes. It IS exercise. I'm convinced of it. And for this reason, and this reason only, I see a perk to grocery shopping.
I rest my case.

Oh. This morning I did not exercise but instead opted for breakfast with two lovely friends of ours {you should check out Chantal's blog - it's a gooder}. Here's Husband and I on our way out the door.