Since my cold seems to be on the decline, I’ve begun easing into an exercise program. Being leary of the potential for relapse, I’ve decided to start slow. I’ve added a 30-minute yoga or stretching regimen to my routine, scheduled neatly between my evening shower and bedtime.

I’ve never been extremely flexible, even in my youth, but now I’m just downright stiff. I blame the stress.

This is day #3 of PM Yoga/Stretching. Admittedly, it’s not a mind-blowing accomplishment, but it’s a start. I hope to keep this up at least 5 out of 7 days a week.

Yesterday, I did some strength training for my arms and legs with hand weights (5 lbs. and 6 lbs.). I had good intentions of doing a cardio workout today, but the cream cheese/salsa dip weighed me down and subsequently kept my arse glued to my desk chair for most of the night.

Aside from the obvious benefit of weight loss, I am also hoping that this attention to fitness may result in a less-stressed body, creating a more hospitable environment for the possibility of growing a baby in there somewhere. I am a bundle of nerves and tense to the core. I know that things must change in order for me to become mother material and I’m hoping that these baby steps toward taking better care of my health may take me in the right direction.

I’m considering creating a separate blog to track my eating and exercise habits, but I’m debating about whether I really want to have yet another blog to neglect update. Would it be too bothersome to include those prosaic details here?

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