It only took over thirty something years to figure out something so simple, so easy, so innate. It also took one loud seamstress at a bridal salon to yell out the size dress I needed to order for a bridesmaid dress to wake me up out of my inactive slumber. So i changed the way i ate. Then I began to move. Simple. With that came of course weight loss, a physicality that made me feel better about myself, but more importantly a mindful clarity that moving my body also moved my mind. Now there is no way I can lie and say after I lost weight my life became this perfect, storybook fairy tale. It definitely has not been. I am a complicated gal with my ups and downs, as many of us experience in our lives. I still eat like a pig on occasion and if I could surrender myself to a padded cell with nothing but ice cream for the rest of my life I would.  I still have my premenstrual moments where my kids and husband put on their ski helmets for protection, hunker down, and hid until the week has passed. I yell, but then I laugh. I move, and my movement has reached me to places I never thought possible. I've moved across marathon finish  lines. I move a paintbrush across a canvas. I've moved words out of my mouth and words into my mouth. I move and it feels wonderful. This is about a journey, how an active life = a happy life. A journey I want each of you to come on with me, because movement with numbers makes the journey that much more full. -k