I know it's good for me, BUT....

If I had a nickel for every time I've said that - "I know it's good for me, BUT...." - I'd be independently wealthy. One thing "they" tell me IS good for me is exercise, but lord I HATE doing it! I'm not sure why exactly. It could be the icky sweating, or maybe the extra laundry it produces, or the fact that I'd rather be doing (almost) anything else, or that I'm terrified of hurting myself, or the unanswered questions of "is it REALLY good for me?" Peanut butter, and eggs, and wine used to all be "bad" and now they're "good." So, I daily do "something" - run, walk, hike steps, weights, - for about an hour. Yippee. Why do I really do it? Because I have accepted the fact that it allows me to eat food and not weigh 200 pounds. I have tough Irish genes that always make my body think I need to have fat in reserve for some disaster. Pair that fact with a thyroid working at half-capacity, and my metabolism is slower than molasses in January. So, it's exercise and eat pretty well, or no-exercise, eat very little and and be fat. It is what it is.

Yes, yes - I've dug in to tackling the MAJOR project - but needed a break, so lunch and a little blogging can't be considered procrastination!

Take a walk. Breathe some fresh air.