The Road to Orlando

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April 19, 2005

Here's the short-short version for public consumption (Amy, if you like, drop me an email and I can go into it a bit further).

My husband joined the Army in July of last year. I moved to Tennessee in a whirlwind trip in February, and am now working on securing a new job, putting out roots, making friends etc.

The treadmill was sort of a necessity because the people on my road don't like to secure their dogs. Now it's no longer a problem, hee.

And I got on the scale this morning, and am down 2.2 lbs my first week back in training.