A teeny tiny victory

This whole work thing is still kicking my ass. I came home today one totally exhausted FAT MAMMA. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed at 5pm and sleep until tomorrow but I didn't. I threw the boy at hubs, quickly changed my clothes, and got on the treadmill. And I ran...for three whole minutes! No, you dorks...I spent more than 3 minutes exercising...28 to be exact but I RAN for 3 solid minutes at a 5.6 pace. That might not seem much to some of you but to this FAT MAMMA, this is a teeny tiny victory. You see...about a month ago I could barely run @ a 4.5 for one minute! The way I look at it, a lot of teeny tiny victories will add up to a big victory in the long run!