Put one foot in front of the other. Repeat.

Tuesday morning. I was about to type in "Monday morning" because, of course, that's what it feels like to me. I'm trying not to think about how much stuff is going to be piled up on my desk by the time I get in or how many disasters await my relief work, but, as you can probably tell, I'm not doing so well with that. I am not, however, worrying myself about it, so that's good. (Plenty of time for that once I actually get there!)

Thank you all very much for your kind comments on yesterday's post. I felt immensely better once I'd written it and gotten everything out of my head, and my walk yesterday was glorious. A little over four miles in about an hour around a beautiful lake with lots of flowers bursting forth and birds flying around, too. It was just what the doctor ordered to get me excited about my workouts again! I was right on track with my food and water yesterday, too. I actually managed 84 ounces of water (and countless visits to the ladies' room - extra activity) which is significantly more than I've been doing, so I'm pleased.

I did not, however, sleep well again last night. I'm not sure what to do about it, so I'm going to try doing either yoga or stretching about an hour before bed followed by a bubble bath with candles and soft music. Something's got to give because I'm not going to be a happy girl if I don't start getting some good, restful sleep.


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