How's it going, Peeps?

I just do NOT know why I canNOT get back into exercising. I enjoy it (well, for the most part).  Why can I not get back on that treadmill?  Every single darn day this week I've gotten out of bed with every intention of getting back to it. Sure, the weather's been cold, &/or rainy, and mostly dark grey, cloudy skies, but for crying out loud. I need to get off my fat ass and get going.

So far I've lost 4 lbs since .....hmmm, might as well say January 1st, altho I don't think I started then.  Geez. Be careful driving past my house; you might slip on all my melted fat on the road.

And now, I've discovered something both wonderful and heinous......chocolate dipped Peeps.  I'm not even going to wax eloquent about them. Suffice it to say, they're delicious.  For those of us for whom sugar is not only a food group, it's the mother lode of all food groups, Peeps are manna from heaven.  Thank the Lord they only come 3 to a package.

And no, I did not eat all 4 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. I gave several to my son.  Speaking of him: today is his birthday. I bought the cutest TINY cake for the 3 of us here at home.   Progress?  *shrug*

My apologies to those of you who thought this would be an uplifting, success story of a blog, where the fat just melts off and I become addicted to running marathons and wear a size 2 and am named  athlete of the year by Sports Illustrated, where I say things like, "It's not a diet; diets don't work. I've come to realize it's a lifestyle change."  Where I SEE THE LIGHT.

Well, I do see the light, but I'm afraid it's still the refrigerator light. 

But I'll keep trying.  Tomorrow: the treadmill.