I am going running in the morning. I am going. I am going on a run! I am, I am, I am. Ok? Hold me to it please!?

Because, though I appreciate my co-worker explaining that these extra pounds I've put on since I became a Mrs. is just contentment, I'm pretty positive they have a lot more to do with my compulsion for adding cheese, of any kind or texture-from cream to soft to aged to processed, to every meal that I make. The only kind of cheese that I don't want is the cottage kind on my behind......

Sorry for that mental image.