Well, this morning I headed out for my usual walk/run, but at an unusual later time due to my being in a Benadryl coma last night. As I rounded the corner of the elementary school across the street, in front of me I saw a group of moms walking my same country route. Now, I really dislike walking for miles behind other people, and if I had somehow managed to overtake them, I wouldn't have been more than a few yards in front, and I really don't like spending my walk like that either. Sounds strange, I know. But my dislike of spending my exercise time in that kind of mental discomfort did what nothing else could - it got me back in my house and The Shred in the DVD player. That's right - I made my (less-than) triumphant return to The Shred. And it was hard. And I couldn't always breathe that well. And things hurt. But I did it, and I like to think that it wasn't as bad as it was when I started it the first time around. And when I finished, I found a little bit of that pride in myself again. Totally worth it.
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