Was it a big let down that I didn't post my challenge yesterday? I would like to say that I planned not posting just to make it more exciting but in truth I ate pizza (second day in a row) and went to bed. I think I was overly tired. Plus it was my second day of flying solo and with Michael coming home at 2 or 3 am, I would get up with him when he came home and I had trouble falling asleep.

I guess my plan isn't too earth shattering. I need to get back into the exercise habit. I intend to do at least 30 minutes daily exercise at least 4 times a week. I know that doesn't sound like much, but compared with what I have been doing I think I will reap some benefits from that.

I am so glad that daytime savings time is coming up, I can't wait to start swimming in the evenings again. Especially since I have all my gear. I have a noodle, a set of weights, webbed gloves and my little floaty thing. Come on warm weather!!

I have already rode the bike for 20 minutes today and will do more a little later. Besides that I have done the laundry, amazingly we have really kept on top of it this week, I gave the kitchen a good cleaning, and baked 5 mini loaves of banana nut bread.

I have a secret confession to make. The people who know me in real life may never expect this from me. I fear that many people could find this out but I need to face this issue and be accountable.

I like to torture innocent fruit and vegetables. *shame* I do feel bad about it. I like to buy vegetables and hurt them. The slow painful death that you can only know the horror of if you are kept in a darkened refrigerator for weeks longer than it was ever intended.

On a smaller scale I also like to watch loaves of bread and half gallons of milk decompose, but there is a darkness inside me that takes great pleasure out of tormenting a bag of prewashed lettuce. In fact last week, I threw two little bags (unopened) away just as I was putting in the 3 lb bag in the drawer. I could hear the little guys trying to warn the big one, but he thinks he is different. He thinks he will be safe. Maybe he will, but I couldn't guarantee it.

Sometimes I can hear the tortured screams of the veggies I have let pass on and I grin a little to myself. Don't tell anyone.