I suck at keeping secrets. I really do. I will find the perfect present for somebody and want to immediately pick up the phone and tell them what I bought them. It's awful. And keeping secrets from my husband? No way. I tell him everything. I tell him things I probably shouldn't. So not telling my husband that I created this blog, hard. Not telling my husband that I plan to try (ha ha...even here I can't commit) to work out regularly, even harder. Not telling him so that I can get his support and encouragement...down right torture. I'm excited and I want to shout from the rooftops and tell everyone what I want to try to do. Not telling my husband? Well this just sucks.