I was diagnosed with a leaky heart valve last week. Coupled with my current lack of fitness and rather horrible eating habits, this has got me feeling kind of freaked out. So, I'm going to make a concerted effort to get my act together. Eating out has become a hobby lately, as there's not much else to do. Still this isn't an excuse… What a tired issue. My weight has yo-yoed up and down since I was 15. I wish I could just go live in the jungle somewhere for year, living off nuts and berries… Okay, not a viable option…
Anyway, not much else is happening… looks like we'll be waiting until mid April for our house to be done… I feel like hopping in the car and heading down to Florida and just sitting on the beach for a month or so, but that's not really in the budget. So, here I sit in chilly Gaithersburg, pondering the meaning of life… still…
Hmm… the tone of this entry is a little dismal, isn't it? I think, like Pollyanna, I'll play the Glad Game. I'm glad I have a roof over my head. I'm glad I have two beautiful kids and a great husband. I'm glad I've got two legs to go with my fat butt, so I can walk on the treadmill…. glad, glad, glad…
Night.