Breakfast. Ivy is sick and was throwing up at night, so Mo and Ivy are in the bedroom resting. I've got Abe and we're discussing what to do next. I've got a cup of coffee. I'm at two days of going to the gym and counting. I feel better this morning and glad for doing ten minutes of jogging; I stopped when I started to feel it in my heel because big as I am I can really mess up my ankles if I'm not careful. But it's a sort of symbolic activity; it's one to build upon. Onward I go, small changes.