For the last 6 days I have gotten up at 6:30am to go for a run. I'm not quite sure exactly what it was that got me started on this. Was I inspired by watching the biggest loser, was it that the Dog Whisperer says that the dogs should have to work for their food and thus go for a walk before getting it. Or maybe it was the new form fitting work out pants that I made that didn't look all that great clinging to my thighs (they're not quite ready for the 4-way stretch). Regardless of the reason, I got out there and I feel great, endorphans are a wonderful thing! What is it twenty something days to make a habbit?
Here's a photo of Nollie last night trying to eat her feet. I think I have more pictures of her naked than with clothes on.