Does a half mile walk and twenty minutes of scrubbing an oven on no sleep count as exercise? I really hope so! My walk turned my hair into a curly, tangled, mop of frizz, I had sweat pouring down my face, and I had so much trouble breathing in the humidity, I sounded like a feminine Darth Vader. In addition to the walk, I enjoyed scrubbing grime out of an oven that probably hasn't been cleaned since before we moved in. Blech! Cleaning the stove made my hair even more of a mess, had sweat pouring down my entire body, made my thighs shake and burn from crouching and made it hard for me to breathe through the fumes, nausea and heat. I was planning on using the exercise ball today, but to be honest, I don't want to. I'm running on no sleep, no caffeine, and no food. And it's my TOM. I think I'll wait for the Boy to go to school, take a nice shower and then watch Dr. Phil, or take a nap.