Can't really type too much because yesterday I went and sprained my wrist. I managed this accomplishment while using the virtually harmless cable propelled weight lifting machinery. I am coining the phrase "spazthlete" and the definition is me.
I did spend time with Bubbles on the treadmill today. It was depressing. I kept looking at her legs in the mirror and my legs in the mirror. (I can't see anything else due to the tv screens mounted on each treadmill.) The running didn't go well, so I don't want to talk about it.
Then the mail came and there were lots of catalogs. There was this one, which I can buy socks or gym bags from, but none of the clothes, shoes, bras, or underwear fit me and then there was this one, which I am going to need very soon if I don't stop bingeing.
I am not going to bed happy.
Hang in there! I promise it will get better - maybe stop running next to Bubbles? :0)
Posted by: JEN - LANCE | February 16, 2007 at 01:32 PM