Feeling like a mobster's enemy...

I strapped on the ankle weights today, and jumped right in. Sounds like I'm being cruel to myself, I know, but desperate thighs call for desperate measures. I've gained five pounds since Halloween, living on a straight diet of Chardonnay and Hershey's minatures. (The krackels are always the first to go.) I walked up and down the hills of my neighborhood, using the weight of the gargantuan Jeep stroller (plus the weight of a 30-lb. toddler) as strength training, and my calves are screaming obscenities at me even as I write this. Nothing like starting something new to make you feel so damn old. The only thing to make you feel older than that is to not start anything new.