It's a start

Four times up and down the stairs - four stories. Pretty good, right? I'm hoping I can do four 'reps' steadily a couple times a day, and then go up to five, then six...etc. Plus I danced around my room for half an hour when I got back in. Slowly sipping on water and cooling down. :)
I'm thinking about putting up pictures, but I'll blot out my face because I don't exactly want my friends or family knowing I'm doing this. I know I'm not doing anything wrong, but it's just sort... my personal thing, you know? If I make new friends blogging like this, I'll be delighted, but my old friends... well, they always knew me as the overweight girl, and I'd like to take them by surprise when I see them next.
Anyone up for a poem?
Avoiding life, hiding where I cannot be found,
My hands are cold,
I want a flame around,
Before I get old,

I’m tired of this safe life,
It’s ever the same,
Hiding our strife,
Our desire for change,

Standing as dead as stone,
Unable to take a risk,
I don’t want to die alone,
I sit and hear the clock tick.


Yeah it's short. Yay! And not very good - I wrote it about six years ago. Give a kid a break, huh? Here, this one's a bit better:

A fantasy like dream,
A miracle of my brain
Making black sunshine beams,
Or golden colored rain,

I can make anything I want,
And make it to my liking
I can use whatever font
Because it’s my own writing

You can’t change me,
Don’t even try,
You’ll always end up failing,
You’ll give up by and by