Is there some reason I HAVE to put a title for each post? Let's find out.

This morning when I got up, after I took Kaylee to school, I walked on the treadmill for 2 and a quarter miles. It felt really good, actually. Why can't I remember that exercise tends to make me feel better? Duh. It was nice to do, and it was a good stress reliever. The other funny thing about exercise, at least for me, is that it then makes me want to eat better so as to not "waste" the effort. So when I took Kaylee to McDonald's for the Play Land time I'd promised her, I ate a salad. Of course later tonight I had graham crackers and frosting, but hey, it was a start.

I'm going to go watch Grey's Anatomy and relax for a bit...