I'm out of shape enough that Fitness Blender's low-impact cardio routine felt like attempted murder. I (grudgingly) finished it, but with many pauses and vows that I was dying.
And I stepped on the dog (she wasn't amused).
Add that to the 6 miles walked yesterday, and I'm counting the weekend a success, today's lunchtime buffet be damned (I actually did almost all right there .. almost).
Puppy-, cat- and house-sitting gig is up in the morning, and I'm kind of glad. I can handle sulking cats. Rambuntious, clingy, semi-housebroken puppies are another matter. I'm sensing that I perhaps should not have children.
