|This is not mine, but if I'm being honest, it could be.|
So I donned my tennis shoes, pulled off the comforters I had drying on the dusty treadmill and turned it on. And I walked, slowly, for 20 minutes. And I breathed, heavily, for longer than that. And I decided, after my breathing returned to normal, that I need to do that more often. And I probably should watch the Biggest Loser without Ben & Jerry. They've been great companions every Monday night, but maybe it's time to break up. Well, maybe not totally. Just a Monday night break-up.
Maybe Jen and I can hang out on Mondays. But JUST Mondays.