Saturday was one of those days when there literally was NOT 30 minutes that could be given to official exercise.  That is, unless I had elected to a.) not feed the Baby, or b.) miss an appointment, or c.) be any later to help at the best party I've been to in about 12 years!   I felt like I was on a dead run every minute of the day. 

But I don't consider the day a failure at all.  I did take the time to eat South Beach friendly foods occasionally throughout the day so that the dessert table didn't call to me later.  I spent about 5 hours on my feet at the party, running from room to room.  (My sore, aching feet -- I'm soooo out of practice with high heels.)  I even danced a waltz!  And shockingly enough, I did manage to avoid the aforementioned table, which was quite a feat, given its spectacular decor and diversity of sinful options. 

So, today I'm back on the horse and ready to ride!

Exercise Today:  30 minutes on the exercise bike.