The time has arrived.

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ENOUGH ALREADY!!! It has finally happened. I have become one with my couch. And it's not a good look.

Yes, tough day, eat ice cream. Yes, visited Mom, brought home more laundry, eat pizza. WHAT.EVER!

Got on the treadmill today. I want to see my elbows again, I want to be able to walk up a flight of stairs without getting winded and I want to be around to see any grandchildren I may have, if either of my children choose to "spawn" one day. My daughter's word, not mine.

Suffice it to say I cannot sit.all.the.time and expect to be healthy. I am not making any promises, haven't had some great epiphany, just need to say it out loud.

Because really, exercise is the answer to everything. Depression, weight gain, heart health, type 2 diabetes, and more - not to mention self image and confidence.

I don't expect to look like I did 30 years ago, my goals are more realistic. But good God I never expected to be a slug! My inactivity has been worse since my mom got here but really, that's no excuse. There is plenty of time to hop (like I hop!) on the treadmill for 20 minutes (at least) most days, it's just making myself do it.

I'm going to try. That's where it starts.

**I WANT that treadmill.

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