Every week I resolve to get back to a more regular exercise schedule, and every week there is some excuse. Two weeks ago there wasn't time because my son was home. Last week there wasn't time because of yearbook deadlines.

My Type A husband walks the dog almost every night. I usually walk with him only once a week, because I don't get the kind of strenuous exercise that makes me feel the best when I walk at the dog's pace. However, I've decided that walking is better than nothing. So several nights this week, I took my 3 pound hand weights and walked with my husband and Rascal. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing!

Tonight I was supposed to swim. The neighborhood pool officially opens this week. But there was rain and thunder all afternoon. When it was time for lap swim, the weather had settled down, but the life guards had closed the pool for the day. Perhaps I'll have better luck tomorrow.