The cornerstone to keeping my weight under control is exercise. Love it when I’m done, hate it when it looms before me. It’s hard to be accountable for appropriate levels of exercise, though. The scale tells one part of the story, but it goes way beyond that. Arthritis and heart disease run in my family, so cardiovascular exercise is a must for a long, healthy life. The only person who knows how much I really use my treadmill is the technician who comes out every few years to clean and service it. When he gets inside the guts of the thing, he can see how many hours and miles have been used since the last tune-up. In four years, I have only walked 320 miles. Pathetic. I vow to do better in 2011 and made a date with Erik to make sure I follow through. Now, if the kids would just come to town to pad the numbers, I’d be much obliged.