Day 1.

I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.

~Ellen DeGeneres

So I got out of bed this morning with a faint recollection of telling myself that I had to get serious about this exercise and weight loss thing. I'm not sure, because there weren't any witnesses, but I think I groaned out loud. Sunday mornings are pretty laid back around my house, lots of time spent reading the paper and changing channels between ESPN and HGTV. It wasn't until Kyle came down the stairs on his way out the door and asked "What are you doing today?" that I was forced to actually say the words "I'm going to work out". There. I had said it aloud and this time there were witnesses present, there was no turning back.

Fortunately I don't have to go far to find all the exercise equipment I could possibly need. When we thought Kyle was moving out after college we turned his bedroom into an exercise room. So after lunch I changed clothes and climbed what seemed like a thousand steps to walk on the treadmill. I will be honest, I thought the treadmill would be the least threatening place for me to start. I am now convinced that there must be something wrong with the treadmill, because it said I only walked for 20 minutes, but I am convinced it was closer to an hour. Afraid I was pushing things too much (ha,ha) I managed to do some light weights for my arms and some crunches on the balance ball.

I'd love to say that I was super good about what I ate today, but that isn't the case. I did great until dinner when we went to the in-laws and had lasagna and garlic bread. This, in and of itself, wouldn't have been so bad, but they also had the most delicious chocolate cake with whipped creme icing I have ever had. I am addicted to chocolate, it is to me what cocaine is to a drug addict.

So, I figure I'm 50/50 for today. Tomorrow I'll try harder with the diet and I'll aim for another day spent doing some form of exercise.

Mark just got home from the grocery...I know, I'm lucky, he actually likes going to the grocery. Guess what he bought...