it works if you can actually do it

Yesterday I was feeling bloated and totally gross, partly from the Chinese food pig-out (er, make that "wedding feast") for Stirling's cousin on Saturday night, and partly from PMS, which doesn't usually afflict me but it is about that time.

Stirling and the child took off to the pool, and the dog started casting longing gazes my way, and I really did want to feel better... so I put on my stylish jogging outfit (even better than the other day - I wore a hot pink hoodie on top of my maroon & taupe pants) and took the hound for a jog. I didn't go the full 5K and I didn't jog the whole way, but I did make sure Daisy had to trot briskly to keep up with me the whole way.

I felt better when I came home, so I did some pushups and table pull-ups and some lower back exercises.

Oh, and my gym sent me a "you don't *really* want to break up do you?" letter and apparently although my last payment was April 1, I still am entitled to work out there until June 4. Huh?

So this week I'm going to try to work out every day. And I'm going to inflate the tires on the jogging stroller and see if I can manage that... errrggghhhh