Maybe instead of finishing off that entire bag of Valentine's Day candy, get up and go for a walk or something

My great friend Karla, who is currently an exercise physiology grad student at UNC, has started a blog called Stay Moving, and it really inspires you to do just that. Move. Get some fresh air. Lay off the macaroni and cheese. I don't know anybody who, during these dreary winter months, couldn't use some encouragement in the whole physical fitness realm. I certainly do. So check out her blog if you know what's good for you. You won't regret it. And who knows, you may be up for running a marathon in a few months. Or at the very least up for running down the street a few blocks or so.

Sometimes when we drive by the animal shelter I say, "See that place? That's where you came from and oh, how easy it would be for you to return."

I came home from a quick trip to the gym this morning, where I spent a little while on the exercise bike and also enjoyed a rather invigorating walk/jog around the inside track, getting fit to the tune of "In a Big Country" by Big Country, as prescribed by my physical therapist (the walk/jog, not Big Country) and upon opening the door and very noticeably NOT being greeted by the dogs, immediately looked at the kitchen floor where there were shreds of the garbage bag, a couple select pieces of garbage (licked clean, of course) and a tiny mound of poop, the kind you might expect to come out of, oh, say, this kind of dog:

It's almost like after the millisecond or so of triumph they enjoyed when they found a crumb left over from the take-in we got last night and then realized the mess they'd made, they came up with a brilliant plan: poop on it. That way, they thought, our owners will have no idea what to get mad about first when they see all the things we've done wrong, and while they stand there, confused, we'll just be lying here in the living room with our heads down and our eyes shut, and they won't suspect we had anything to do with it.