So since I suck at blogging, I'm going to use this space to keep log of my exercise. Today DH death marched, err, walked me up and down mountains. Or really big hills. Or small hills that felt like mountains. I learned two things - I am massively out of shape and I turn a shiny red color and sweat a lot. The ordeal lasted 30 minutes, I had one puff on my inhaler, and my blood sugar is tanking. Tomorrow I will wear capris, lower my basal rate and expect to use my inhaler like a crackhead uses their pipe.