Brrr..

I was going to do it. Really, I was. I'd bought some sweatpants last night during the kids' dance class shopping spree and I planned on using them. The sweats, not the kids. This was all part of my fucking starting over plan to a healthier, better me. I really need to stop watching that show. I quit smoking, I eat healthy-ish, and now I need to incorporate some exercise. I figured I'd jog or, at least, walk briskly. There's tons of hills around here, I'd get in a good work-out.

I get ready, get set, head out the door and.. Fuck! It's cold out there! Why didn't anyone tell me this? It's worse than winter, this is cold. Like I lost my breath and it wasn't coming back cold. It was "Fuck this shit, I ain't running around like a fool in this cold" cold. It was also "Dear fucking god, why is it so cold?" cold. It was all of those and more. So I got back inside where it wasn't cold. I wondered if the spastic "Gah, it's cold!" dance I did on the porch burned enough calories and decided I didn't much care at the moment. I needed tea and warm food.

So I didn't actually exercise. Unless cooking up some lunch counts? I'll say it does. Between the dance and the cooking, I burned off a whole Tic Tac. Maybe. What are those? Nine calories?