I’m as motivated to write this blog as I am to get on the treadmill this morning as I begin my new diet.  I really don’t know what either “end’ will be, but I do know, both are professional requirements.

   My boss said a couple of weeks ago, he wanted us to start blogging.  Me.  The one who can’t remember her cell phone number because I still use “landlines”; came kicking and screaming into Microsoft Office use (Management is well aware if they REALLY want to reach me, they must call me on my home phone or office number).  I still refuse to text or message anything or anyone under any circumstances.  It’s not a stubborn-thing, honest.  It’s a woman-gotta-do-it-all-men-who-sit-in-suits-behind-desks-don’t-get-it, thing! (Can I say that in a blog?  This might be fun after all.)  I don’t have time to add another “to do” on my “to do” list. 

     But then I thought about it.  I made one of my goals this year to start writing more, if not for myself, then to help somebody.  Share life experiences. Write a book.  Hey, this is just as good a beginning as any.

     And oh yeah, back to the dread of the diet and treadmill.  As is often the case, the minute I climbed on board and turned on the tv, I heard the words, “professional preparation” come from the tube.  That’s what the treadsmill could be for today.  It’s what keeps the heart healthy and the attitude in check, too. 

    And if that wasn’t incentive enough, within minutes my Mom called.  We started chatting about the family tree.  And every time that subject comes up I’m reminded of the history of heart disease that runs in my family.

     Before I know it, I’ve walked three miles.  Oatmeal does a heart good for breakfast.  And thank God for another day.  I think I have a subject for my very first blog.