Remember when...

So, a couple of days ago I begged the gods to please take all the yucky germies away from Logan. Well, apparently I pissed them off somehow, because they threw it back at me two fold. I went to the Doc last night with the thoughts of strep throat ringing in my ears. They said no...just tonsillitis. And an ear infection. Then, just to make it a little more fun, Andy got pink eye. The L man, he's as happy as a clam. And crawling. FINALLY. Let's hope this all ends before we go home for Christmas.

Hate is such a strong word

I HATE (notice the capital letters) exercising. I think it's complete bull when I hear all those people on weight loss shows saying they can't imagine life without exercise, they love it so much, it's such a stress reliever, blah, blah, blah. Bull. I can imagine my life without exercise. I would be sitting at home and playing with my son, watching some telly, or perhaps sleeping. Instead, I am trying to think of any excuse imaginable that will get me out of exercising. And usually, I just get lazy and go to sleep. Tonight I caved and actually exercised. There was no stress relief. I don't feel all warm and fuzzy from doing it. I'm sweaty, and now I'm cranky. But it's done. Perhaps again tomorrow? I promise I won't complain as much.

Anyone have any good exercise programs?