A healthy heart means get off my lazy, fat ,cancer ass and start exercising

I know I am long over due for a blog post, and soon a real update about my birthday meltdown and upcoming surgery will be posted.  But lately, I'm finding the humor in my cancer treatment.  If you are familiar with the blog whatshouldwecallme, then you'll find this familiar.

When my doctor tells me I no longer have an excuse to not exercise after the cardiac stress test proves my heart is now in perfect working condition. 

I still have winter as my excuse though.... this is not an invite for you to start offering me your treadmills or ellipticals  let me just suffocate in my own guilt for not exercising, it'll soon eat me alive and i'll be out there kicking and screaming!  (plus my doctor wants a log of all my activities, damn her)