I really do love sleep

Is there a way I can NOT love sleep as much as I do? I have the most fantastic dreams, I really do - and I love, love, love my bed. I didn't love my old bed as much - and when I was a really active person, I slept on a futon. Hmmm...wonder if there's some odd connection there? Hard, not so comfy bed...out of it more often...hmmmm...my bedroom would be much bigger without the kingsize. Husband wouldn't be too happy though...

Bad info

Supercrap. My bathroom scale is somewhere between 11 and 13 pounds off. What the hell is that? I kinda suspected...but hope prevailed and easily transforms into denial. So...its basically like truly starting all over. New goal? Just get freaking healthy. No numbers of pounds. No inches. Blood pressure - OK - which today was phenomenally good at my check up - which is weird, but I'll take it! Move more, move more, move more...moving a little more every day...in what direction? Not quite sure - but moving!

Oops, it's 2010.

Crap. You know, I can't even do something I love to do (like writing) on even close to a daily basis...how could I possibly expect to succeed in doing something I do not...like breaking a sweat? Good grief. Yes, yes, health reasons and all...yadda yadda yadda. I dragged my kids out today for a good, long walk...we were gone for almost two hours out exploring trails...followed by a three-hour movie fest at the AMC...but at least we got in those two hours - so that's something right? And I did jam out in the car on the way home from the movie.

Resolutions for 2010? Um...get to this at least every other day. There's no way I will come even close to my goal, but at least it will get my writing chops back up to snuff. And of course, to compound the issue, my scale is so out of whack. Pleasantly pleased this morning, if it's correct (which it's not) it would put me at a total cumulative loss of about 25 pounds...which is sooooo not true (as based on the fittage of my pants!). Feel a little bad for my husband - who is quite proud of losing weight - and he certainly has, he can't keep his pants up! - but I'm sure he hasn't lost what he thinks. That makes me smirk just a little bit. Awful I am.

So here we go...three months left...extra time on my hands...hmmm...maybe will put to good use!