I'm back on the track again. The fat doctor continues to insist that exercise is some kind of important detail in the weight loss journey.
Ooooh, I hate that guy so much.
I pass by a treadmill every day. I finally got tired of looking at it and hid it behind a decorative tri-fold screen. That way I don't hear its taunts so often. Bastard machine.
This week I started getting up a 5:30 a.m. and walking the confounded beast before getting ready for work. Lo and behold it has worked pretty well. I either listen to the iPod or read a book with fairly large print. I even did it on Saturday although I did sleep until 6:30 before I got busy.
Yes, yes. I do feel better. It's still hard to do. Bad habits and all that.