Interesting -- and a love-hate relationship

This is pretty cool -- new research is indicating that 5 or more hours of exercise per week can help lower the risk of breast cancer. Over time, exercise can help to lower estrogen levels, which means less stimulation of breast cell growth, which ultimately is associated with a lower risk of cancer. Essentially, getting ready for this awesome endeavor could help reduce the chances of actually having to deal with what we're trying to find a cure for. 

Neat. And -- it's actually something you can control. I like that.

And now, again, with the reality show critique portion of our evening ... (I feel like it should be "and now, a word from our sponsor. Ooh, maybe they'll want to sponsor my blog. I could be like Jen Lancaster. She rocks. Seriously. Read her stuff.)

I have a completely love-hate relationship with The Biggest Loser. It's addictive, and I'm sitting here thinking, "good for them." But on the other hand, I almost inevitably end up watching it while baking something for work, or worse -- eating dinner, which sucks. (Okay -- but back to the love it part: it was a pairs competition, and now they're sending half of each pair home. I'm totally tearing up. I need a life.)

A funny thing.

I bought a pedometer, thinking that it would be helpful in tracking distance when I'm not on a treadmill (since it's unlikely that the 60 miles in October will actually be on a treadmill ...) and when I can't drive the route ahead of time. 

It was definitely fun today -- apparently, without trying, I walked two miles. I'm thinkin' those don't count. :)

Complete tangent -- there's a new reality show called 'True Beauty' (I think that's what it's called) and it is totally vapid and disgusting. It's 10 people who think they're the most beautiful person on earth (none of whom I found to be incredibly attractive) and all of whom thus far appear to be wicked shallow. Great. At least it's on at 10 p.m., not 8 ... The worst part is that I've now watched about 10 minutes of it.