This weekend was whirlwind. The thing is, it really wasn't that whirlwind. It just felt like it. Which is a clear sign that I'm getting old. The facts that I was on the road from Thursday to Sunday, that I was in three cities in one day, and that Ella's luggage was bigger than mine didn't help. However, the entire time that I was sleeping in a strange bed, I kept thinking how I couldn't wait to get into my own. By the time I got home, I had never been so happy to see a couch in my life.
I came to the realization that exercise is no longer an option for me. If I don't want to have a body like my mother's...a lovely woman, just on the rotund side...I am going to have to do something that actually increases my heart rate almost every day. There is no other option. Cutting out soda...which I have done...is SO not enough.
I went to bed at 10pm last night. I finished watching the season premiere of "The Closer"...such a good show...didn't really want to watch anything else, so I went to bed and was glad about it.
See what I mean?