I deliberately left all my wrapping until I thought I was through shopping. Then last night when I was ready to wrap, I arranged everything in little piles and went to work. I started with the bigger items I got for the kids, but I started way too late in the evening to get finished. I didnít know it at the time, but I thought it would be a whole lot easier.
What I learned from all this is that my body isnít in very good shape. It isnít as if I didnít already know that, but I havenít really pushed myself to do anything quite as physically demanding as wrapping Christmas presents in a long time. (At least a year, in the case of Christmas presents.) And while I realized that wrapping doesnít fall very high on the exertion scale, there was a lot of getting up and down, and there was reaching and stretching and lifting and carrying. So itís not exactly a passive act (although itís not exactly running a marathon, either).
By the time I went to bed last night, my back was killing me and I was gasping for air. And only the kidsí presents were wrapped. Thatís most of what I had to wrap, so there wasnít so much left for tonight that I was afraid to get started. But I wouldnít have wanted to try to do as much as I did last night for the second night in a row. Iím ready to admit that my body needs some help getting back into shape. I donít know that Iím ready to go through with doing something about it, but I suppose that would be the next step.