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Willow is going to push me along

I've been doing really well with my health this year.
I've managed to keep off the 50-plus pounds I lost, and I'm as fit as I've ever been, even fitter than I was in high school and college.
But I'm still a few pounds overweight, and I haven't lost any weight since late July. I want to lose 10 pounds by the end of the year.
And I know who's going to help me, my No. 1 coach and inspiration.
Ms. Willow Rose Dunn.
Of course, she'll have me running all over the house and the yard and the mall and the zoo for her, and she'll have me picking up everything in her destructive path. She's getting more active, and she's running all over the place at a higher and higher clip. I figure that's good for 5 pounds or so.
The other 5 pounds, I'm going to really have to work for (and I ain't dieting anymore, Jenny Craig!). Willow is going to help with that extra work.
She's going to be there (if only spirit) when I wake early every morning to go run, and she's going to be there every day when I put in a extra 15 minutes of exercise. And she's going to be there when we head out to ride our bike.
Yes, I'm going to be a smooth-running machine by the new year, and I know my will is going to be only a minor part. I know what's really going to push me through lies in the puppy eyes of my daughter.
I want to be there, fit and healthy, as those puppy eyes turn into wise eyes.
No man needs more inspiration than that.

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