Yesterday I wasn’t feeling well. I was weak for most of the day and thought it was due to not eating correctly and not on time. Last night we ordered pizza and I had two slices before bed. When I woke up this morning I felt better, but that pizza was still on my mind since I really shouldn’t have it.

I tested my blood sugar and it was 132. Not very good for a “fasting” test, but it wasn’t out of control either. Later I decided that I had to do some exercise, since I’d been lacking in that area ever since the holidays came around.

I haven’t seen, let alone stepped on, a treadmill in over three months. One day recently I came home to find a “manual” treadmill in the living room. Apparently Nonna’s neighbor loaned it to us. Two days later, Nonna tripped over it and fell. She’s okay, but that’s the most attention the treadmill has received. Until today.

I stepped on the thing and began the rigorous task of making it move. The manual ones are so much harder than the electric treadmills. You have to work to get that band to wrap around and move!

Between the heat in the house and the heat generated from my moving that thing, sweat was dripping off of me. I made it only to the 1.5 mile mark in 30 minutes and couldn’t do any more! I was up to 2.5 miles in 40 minutes on the electric one at my cousin’s house.

I’m not discouraged, though. It will take time for me to build back up to that level again. At least I’ve started the process and that should help my sugar levels as well.

After a much needed shower, I got dressed and drove to the local store. I was trying to tell the clerk I wanted the “blue” box, but she heard “two.” I said “No, BLUE. My tongue is tied today.”

She said, “Yeah, ours have been all morning, too!”  The clerk working with her confirmed this and added “Literally, we’ve been saying the wrong things all day.”

After the store, I travelled to the post office. I walked up to the counter and the male clerk looked at me. Instead of saying “May I help you?” , he said “May I have you?”

I laughed as he realized his mistake and I replied “Sure, how much are you willing to pay?”

Then we both chuckled over the incident.

As I was driving home I realized that he also had problems with the tongue getting twisted.

And now I am wondering what is going on in this town? It’s like an episode from the Twilight Zone, where everyone is saying the wrong thing. Will it ever straighten out?

The cause of our mis-spoken words could be due to any number of interferences. But as I’m sitting here, I’m wondering if it all started for me today with that dreaded treadmill?