It is official.  I have started jogging.  I have yet to decide if it is the best thing I have ever done, or just some crazy torture I am inflicting upon myself so I can eat more.  Not only have I inflicted this upon myself, I have also invited others to join me in this time honored ritual of "no pain, no gain".  We stealthily go very early so we will be seen by as few people as possible.  Although I am the only one who looks like "she can not possibly be a runner" , and the truth is everyone else thats out at that hour is secretly hoping that we are not looking at them and thinking those same thoughts.  Needless to say I am popping IB like candy.

By the way, who invented workout cloths?  Certainly not someone who needs to loose weight.  If so I could possibly purchase a pair of flattering pants with tummy, ass, thigh, and cellulite control.  Or how about a shirt that actually covers the LARGE parts of me I do not want others to see as I am sweating them off.  When I rule the world this will be the first thing I form a task comity for.  Until then I forge forward in my quest for a smaller size pair of pants.  Stay tuned, I will weigh in tomorrow and see how all this dieting is working out.