Joe's Little Problem and Exercise

First, my little problem. Exercise. I hate it. I'm getting ready to eat my second grilled cheese. Yum. Anyway, for my birthday, I got an exercise book on Zumba from Jackie and Casey. I know they meant well. I know that I had talked to Jackie on FB about not having any motivation to exercise despite having a wedding a little over a year away. (A wedding that I have yet to actually plan anything for. I really need to talk to the MU library people.) More I started thinking about it, more I got insulted. And upset. I told many of my coworkers-not TH though because he would just laugh-and they were adequately insulted for me. Even if I told them that the intentions were pure, they were still insulted. Then I happened to be flipping through assorted blogs on Blogger and all I got in one period were about running and exercise. Does Blogger have it out for me too?
Anyway, I really need to start exercising. I started thinking about it and the nice thing would be that I get to buy new exercise clothes-some of which are pretty cute. And if I lose enough weight, I get to buy other new clothes. I'm not sure how to go about it. If I just show up at a Zumba class, I will look like a fool-panting ande sweating and the like. If I start running, the same thing may happen with the added risk of me collasping on the street someplace. I should look up some videos on NetFlix and do some exercise at home before venturing out into public.
So Joe's problem. When I got home from work, Joe jokingly said the he would check the voicemail because I didn't know how. Its true. He's shown me a thousand times and I still have problems with it. It didn't matter because the message was for him. It was Alyssa's mom. Alyssa is one of our techs. I'm not sure how she got the number other than off of Alyssa's phone number sheet. Alyssa's mom wanted to discuss her religion which is some universal church thing with Joe. Joe is now agonizing about how to politely tell her that he's not interested. Here's how it started. Our work Christmas party was held at their house. While we were there, Joe noticed a framed print/painting of some bearded guy. I laughingly told him that it was Santa. He thought it was Galileo or Copernicus or some other great thinker because Alyssa's dad was some engineer or something like that. I told Joe seriously this time that it was likely some religious figure. It goes without saying that religion shouldn't be discussed. Joe however needed to know. And he asked. And he was sucked into a long conversation about religion. I didn't bail him out. I'm not going to bail him out this time either.
I feel a little guilty about an incident at work today. About 9am, the receptionist asked me if a dog that was seen on Monday could be seen at 11 or needed to come in earlier because she was worse. I reviewed the record and felt that 11 would be okay. Somewhere in there though, the dog died. We all felt bad about it but even if the dog had come in, there would be little that we would have been able to do. The people were going to bring the dog in for cremation however by noon hadn't showed. I was getting ready to leave and was talking to one of the techs when they came. I hadn't seen the dog other than to pet it on Monday and for vaccines or something in September so I felt that it wasn't necessary for me to speak to the clients. Of course, then they walked past me sobbing. And I split. On my way home, TH passed me. I don't know why of course-emergency, large or small, to work on his house, to talk to the people. I don't know. I feel guilty for not talking to them. And feel a little guilty too that he could be going down there to do the job that I didn't. (Even if that is only a slim possiblity.) I should have said something. Sigh.