I am going to start documenting a change I am implementing. I am going to be a runner. And by runner, I hope you know that I mean One Who Runs When Feeling Somewhat Fat. It is a new dieting strategy wherein I base my entire fitness regimen on what I see when I look in a mirror in my bathroom. The only other part of this fitness regimen is drinking lots of water. Nothing else will really change about what I eat. Because I love food. And God gave that to me, so I might as well embrace it, right?

I should probably also mention that this has a good deal to do with the fact that I accidentally told my sister I'd do this church 5k with her, only to realize that I THINK I HAVE ASTHMA, AND I AM NOT JOKING. I will spare you how ridiculously few blocks I can run before I am gasping for air, tackling passersby, and writhing on the ground in agony. An exaggeration. Or not.

I am only doing a mile right now, because otherwise there's a fair chance I'd die. BUT, today my mile was 10 minutes, which is 5 minutes shorter than it was when we were required to run that mile in sixth grade and I was one of the very last people past the finish line. Woo!

If you stay tuned, I might even treat you all to pictures of my I've-run-16-steps-and-I-look-like-a-tomato face.

Lucky you.