I’m not a gym-bunny, but I do try to stay healthy by going to the gym at least five days a week.  I’ve got diabetes, and my high-blood sugar is regulated by eating right (which is more difficult than not laughing when you see that picture of Paris Hilton crying in the car as she is going back to jail) and exercising regularly.

Well now that I’m in Arizona, there isn’t a gym too close to where my parents live, so I’ve been doing my regular running on my mom’s treadmill.  When I was going to the gym I’d run/walk 3 miles a day or 45 minutes (whichever came first).  And I’m trying to stick to that.

I never had trouble meeting that daily goal, it was always kind of fun.  But now that I’m running in my parent’s den I’m bored as heck.  And I’ve realized why: I’m fucking nosy.

I love to run at the gym because I stare at people the entire time.  But running here in the house there’s nothing to do but listen to music and stare at the wall.   I’m trying to think of ways to spice it up.  I guess I could download a few TV shows to my iPod.  Or I could actually run outside.

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