My current exercise program consists of taking up my water-ruined floor and dragging heavy bags of flooring to the curb. I have gotten to the Y twice this week, though. I am tired.

I think if I were going to do a squat challenge, it would have to consist of one squat the first day, two the second day, etc.

My friend said that too, this morning, Ginger.

The challenge is all over FB, so I'm sure you've seen it. 50 the first day, 55 the second...progressing in hops (with some leaps) up to 240 by the end of the 30 days.

I'm wondering if I'm even capable of 100 squats per day, much less the final total...and yet, I'm handling the 50s okay.

We'll see.

What attracted me to this, above other "challenges", is that my strength has always been in my lower body and my backside is eNORMous. Bigger than ever in my life.

Plus, I can do the activity in front of my computer! I'm using the standing desk anyway, so it isn't even like I have to haul myself out of a chair.

Side note: why does exercise bother my dog? Seriously, I couldn't exercise in front of Bartleby at all. He's go into hysterical fits of flop-shed and fret his way into whatever I was doing, to a potentially dangerous degree. Cagney, the much, much less neurotic heir apparent is bothered too.

I hate to think that my natural state is near-death sedentary, such that any activity at all comes as a shock to anyone near. That may be the case, sadly.

I want to do the squat challenge, but I could only manage twenty yesterday before my body reminded me how out of shape I am. So, I'm going to have to do a modified version.

I did the first day of the squat challenge yesterday, but am not sure I"ll manage to do the second day today. :)

Go Vortex! That sounds awesome. I...have not made any lifestyle changes. If anything, I've been eating really badly lately--not just what I'm eating, but how MUCH--I keep stuffing myself silly, and I don't even know why.

I went to an exercise class today and it was VERY demoralizing to see myself in the mirror wall.

Side note: why does exercise bother my dog? Seriously, I couldn't exercise in front of Bartleby at all. He's go into hysterical fits of flop-shed and fret his way into whatever I was doing, to a potentially dangerous degree. Cagney, the much, much less neurotic heir apparent is bothered too.

Ever try doing yoga in front of cat? I advise against it. Helpful is the thing that they are not.

Seeing y'all discuss the squat challenge and the other things you are doing, it makes me wish that I wanted any of the things I can actually get out of exercise.

Ever try doing yoga in front of cat? I advise against it. Helpful is the thing that they are not.

"Why are you bending like that, Mommy? Can I strop across your face while you're down here? Oh, we're laying down now. Hey, your lower back makes a great nap spot!"

I need a good class to motivate me, but since I LOVE my stretch teacher I pretty much have that covered. I'm now going 3-4 days a week for a 1 1/2 hour class and it's making a huge difference.

I keep stuffing myself silly, and I don't even know why.

This has been my day today. I am not hungry but I still want to go eat something.

I stopped dieting three weeks ago. I'm done. If I'm fat for the rest of my life, that will suck, frankly, but I'm done. After 23 years of desperate dieting, I'm fatter than I was when I started. It doesn't work, it isn't going to work, and I'm done. I'm done trying to find the "right" diet, I've tried them all. I'm done doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I'm done loathing myself for not being as skinny and sexy as I was when I was 25. I'm not going to stop trying to be better - healthier, stronger; I haven't given up on life, but I'm giving up on dieting. I'm giving all that energy to something else in my life. I'm gonna live this life, in this body, now. I'm gonna be 50 years old in a couple months, my life is more than half over, I'm not spending the rest of it as miserable in my own body as I have been the past 23 years.