So my doctor made it clear to me the other day:

“You need to exercise.”

It wasn’t a hint, or a request, it was an order. So have I exercised yet? Well, I thought about it.

Actually, I took kids to practice / games, I’ve climbed stairs (lots), and I now have my new walkin’ shoes. They arrived last night, which gave us this scene:

Baby girl: “Dad, let’s go for a walk with the dogs!”

Dog: *yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah sure lets go!*

Dad: “Um, I’m watching Grey’s and drinking a glass of wine and maybe later…”

Baby girl: “Liar.”

So, ok, that could have gone better, but it was just one glass of wine. And a little ice cream. And some hershey’s kisses. And it was a crossover event, for goodness sakes.

Tonite. I’ll go for a walk tonite.

Update at 8:30 PM:

Walk tonite, we did.