I am tired literally but not to the point where I quit. Halloween was a walkathon out of this world. It is amazing how you do not realize how far you have walked when you are having fun. It was my baby's first official Halloween. He was so scared out of his wits. He did not trust anything...not the people in costumes (especially the scary ones)...not the pets...not even peanut butter crackers.

Today I walked about 2 miles maybe a little over. From my house to my dad's. I am thinking about walking back so I can get some more exercise. I fell short a little and missed two days. I am back caught up...Saturday is my make-up day.

It is hard to stay on track, but I am getting there.