The other day, a girl at my Weight Watchers meeting chimed that one of the best things she ever did for her fitness routine was get a dog. (This is OF COURSE not to say that owning a dog isn’t a wonderful experience in and of itself, and I’m counting down the days until my husband Dan and I can get one.) This jovial brunette explained that a dog doesn’t care if it’s raining, snowing, sleeting, hailing, freezing, or just oppressively hot outside. When he’s gotta go…he’s GOTTA GO.

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With each step I took on the way to work this morning, I actually found myself wincing. Ooo. Ow. Ooo. Ow. I even succumbed to riding the escalator as opposed to running right up it – as I’ve come to (proudly) do every day. Come to think of it, it even hurt to hold my arms up while washing my hair. And getting dressed was no treat either.

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