Do you ever have a song stuck in your head that you want to get out and you try to sing a different song to yourself in hopes that the first song will get lost? But the first song is so strong that it's hard to get a new song stuck in your head?

Yeah, that's what happened to me last night except instead of a song I was chanting to myself I will walk in the morning I will walk in the morning I will walk in the morning. But there was this ridiculous nagging voice that kept chuckling and saying no you won't.

There was a day last week when I said I would give my back one more day to heal before getting back to walking. I haven't walked consistently since before Thanksgiving. And I miss it. I don't miss getting up so early in the morning (I've been wicked tired lately), but I really do miss how I feel after a good walk. Not to mention the rockin' blood sugars.

Well, it didn't happen last week. Since I had made it through two marathon shopping trips without keeling over I knew my back was ready. I was still a little stiff, but for the most part I feel like I'm doing better.

And what do I do as soon as I wake up this morning? Try to convince myself to get back into bed. Fortunately I didn't listen to myself and forced myself up and out the door, though I continued to try to find excuses to go back to bed.

I took an abbreviated route and walked just barely faster than my normal everyday pace this morning since I really was still a little stiff and I was afraid that I would injure myself more. When I returned and flopped on the bed and explained to The Mr. that I still felt a little stiff he suggested I wait to walk again until after I've seen the spine doctor. Great, just the excuse I need!

Seriously, though, I didn't feel as bad as I thought I would after getting ready for work. And I made it through the day without feeling any worse. Can't wait to see the doctor tomorrow, though.