My legs are killing me today. I’m going grocery shopping with Matt after he gets off work and I’m already dreading the walking. But on a happy note, I know I did something good every time I think of that number from yesterday. That’s a huge number! Not to mention most of those steps were uphill.

What the heck? Something just fell over in the closet and hit the door. That was strange. We really need to get some sort of a shelving system or something for in there but the fact is that the closet is so incredibly inconvenient that I don’t think any amount of shelving could fix it!

I need to go do dishes but I’m a bit afraid of trying to stand up as long as it’ll take to do them. Ick. My hips are barely holding me upright since yesterday and lifting my leg up (putting any pressure/weight) on the hip bone hurts like crazy. Weird that just walking did that, isn’t it?