I know my wrestling costume doesn't fit any more and that I've all but gained back most of my pre-pregnancy weight. I keep hoping that if I wear the mask that the costume will magically fit, but the mask is wearing thin, so that's not an option right now.

So, in order to get my WWF beer belly to disappear, I went walking today for my break at work for 15 minutes and it was a waltz through spring -- flowering magnolia trees and camelia bushes dropping lacy doilies of petals on the sidewalk and this patchwork of lawns with all kinds of flowers fighting with grass for space -- violets, morning glory and all kinds of pink, yellow and purple flowers I couldn't identify. When I lived in New England, I knew when spring was coming by the crocuses sprouting in the still half frozen dead grass lawn. It would be a month later for the daffodils and narcissus to bring their bonneted heads to bear. California, on the other hand, positively erupts into spring.

Walking in that, made my disease more distant. My food was a little better today, too.

Just for today, I took a swing at my disease with some spring in my step.