Bowling
Circuit Training
Dancing
Elliptical
Free Weights
Gardening
Hiking
Inclined Treadmill
Jump Rope
Kick Boxing
Lacrosse
Miniature Golf
Nautilus
Off Road Biking
Pilates
Quoits
Rowing
Swimming
Tennis
Ultimate Challenge
Volley Ball
Wii Fit
X-treme Fitness
Yoga
Zumba
Come up with a list of your own.
And if you happen to find Jesus at the bowling alley, think of this poem.
Heaven on Earth
I saw Jesus at the bowling alley,
slinging nothing but gutter balls.
He said, "You've gotta love a hobby
that allows ugly shoes."
He lit a cigarette and bought me a beer.
So I invited him to dinner.
I knew the Lord couldn't see my house
in its current condition, so I gave it an out
of season spring cleaning. What to serve
for dinner? Fish—the logical
choice, but after 2000 years, he must grow weary
of everyone's favorite seafood dishes.
I thought of my Granny's ham with Coca Cola
glaze, but you can't serve that to a Jewish
boy. Likewise pizza—all my favorite
toppings involve pork.
In the end, I made us an all-dessert buffet.
We played Scrabble and Uno and Yahtzee
and listened to Bill Monroe.
Jesus has a healthy appetite for sweets,
I'm happy to report. He told strange
stories which I've puzzled over for days now.
We've got an appointment for golf on Wednesday.
Ordinarily I don't play, and certainly not in this humidity.
But the Lord says he knows a grand miniature
golf course with fiberglass mermaids and working windmills
and the best homemade ice cream you ever tasted.
Sounds like Heaven to me.
Kristin Berkey-Abbott
I originally posted this blog on my weight loss site, where exercise is a key component of weight control.
