Health Nut, I am not.

Why do I hate working out so much. I just hate it.

I have no excuse because I have an exercise machine in my home, but I just dislike it. I dislike it as much as I dislike mustard and clapping. And that is a lot, my friend.

But, in order to lose weight, I must walk on that dasterdly treadmill. So, like everything in my life, I will track my exercise and health on my blog. No, I won't reveal my weight because that would be far to self-depricating, but I will tell you that I had three girl scout cookies and I am ashamed. Shame on me for enjoying those Caramel Delights/Samoas so much. I should just throw them in the garbage, but they are special. They only come around once a year and fortunately/unfortunately for me, I have 12 little girls that want nothing better than to sell cookies to their teacher.

So, I am saying right here, right now. I am giving my Girl Scout cookies away. Bold move, but needed. I am so good about stocking my house with only acceptable food, but when I am on the outside, I am a sucker for temptations.

Today, when I was brainstorming ideas about myself as I modeled an acrostic poem, I had to list things that I enjoy. I asked my students, most who had me in third grade as well as fourth, what I really enjoyed. The first answer...."food." Right on, my young...very honest minds.

I don't want to fall for the whole, "Life is short, eat." Not that there is anything wrong with being more voluptuous. I actually prefer myself heavier than my skinniest, but I know I can be a healthier person. I know that I can drink more water. Eat less junk. Exercise even though I hate it. I feel better when I do. I don't feel my bum shoulder as much. My hip doesn't hurt as much. So, that is it. Tomorrow is a new day. I need to change the QUOTE of the Week to illustrate my new found love of health and exercise....does that sound convincing?