Exercise

I got up this morning and walked ALMOST three miles. There's a nice spring chill in the air that I know I will miss once we move down South. Or, maybe it will just be displaced a few months. As we all know, I've been trying to get my life organized. It's my life's work. I have put everything into a little homemade booklet that, now that it's relatively complete, I hardly look at (mental note: look at my little book every morning). One thing that I wrote, however, is that when I write I'm healthier, mentally and emotionally. At this point, that statement is little more than a hypothesis, since I don't actually write on a consistent basis. Despite this, I'm interested in testing it out. What can it hurt? I don't want to get too far into an answer to that question since guilt is just waiting in the wings to tell me all of the things that I SHOULD be doing besides sitting here at the computer.

I have GOT to get into shape and lose my gut. I've resolved to go walking every morning from now until ...A. is up. Got to get her to day care. :)