Ouch...

I am no athlete...not by a long shot. In high school my "sport" of choice was Cheer leading. I know there are die-hard girls out there who will insist that yelling, jumping, dancing and clapping in unison is a sport but I am not one of them. I'd call my high school cheering squad more of a social group than a sport. Sure, every so often we'd hoist the smallest of our squad up on to our shoulders or hands in an amazing feat of pubescent athleticism but really-we were just a group of peppy dancers in short blue skirts. (I've included a very old photo for proof--or laughs, your choice).

(I am the smiling brunette on one knee to the right--laugh all you want.) I am well aware of my low athletic threshold. I am also well aware of my deep and unstoppable love affair with ice cream, cheese burgers, milk shakes and chocolate. In (yet another) attempt to ward off heart disease I started "working out" this week. It is not going well. I posted that picture of me as a high school cheerleader because, believe it or not, it is waaaaaay less embarrassing than a photo of me trying to run down our street. My butt hurts, my legs hurt, my arms hurt and my abs hurt. Heaven help me...