OK, point taken.

Apparently my body has been trying to tell me for quite some time that I am not 21 anymore.  Sadly it has taken quite a bit for me to sit up and take notice, but notice, I have taken.  It turns out that I can not eat whatever I feel like eating anymore and it turns out that apparently I need to learn to embrace exercise.  Not only exercise for my ever expanding personage, but for my mental health as well.  This is a whole new realm for me, but after spending the last couple of months with constant headaches that have oh so nicely turned into migraines (yay stress, lack of sleep, poor eating, and genetics), something needs to be done and apparently one of the big keys to all of this is exercise.  So the next question is, what kind of exercise shall I embrace?  I seriously despise running, but it is so convenient.  I wish that I could be more like my cute sister-in-law and brother who have fully embraced and learned to love running.  I am very inspired by them.  They have found something they love to do and even better, they are able to do it together.  But alas, I just don't think that running is for me.  So, what shall I do?  I really like yoga, but I don't think that alone is enough.  I like to lift weights and will incorporate that as well, but there isn't a lot of cardio involved in weight training.  Spinning is great, but my shins and knees won't allow me to do all of the up and down business that the instructors seem to love.  Perhaps the elliptical?  I don't know, but I intend to find out.  Now that my sleep experiment is officially over, my next goal is to find some form of cardio exercise that works for me and that I feel like I can stick with.  That is my biggest problem, I am horrible at sticking with things. Really, really horrible.   But I am determined.  I shall succeed.  But not tonight.  Tonight I am exhausted and will now pay a visit to my happy dream land.  That is, as long as Mr. Insomnia decides to take the night off.  Ta-ta.