
2004-05-05 - 10:40 a.m.
if I can't do it, homey it can't be done
I hit 50 pounds lost this morning. Those last 5 pounds felt like 5,000, but I finally fucking did it. Natch. That's like 27 or so with WW, 50 total.
I had a weird dream that I was playing basketball like all night at this indoor gym. Except I was playing for the Dallas Mavericks (random) and I was kicking major ass...but then my arms went numb and I couldn't catch the ball when it was passed to me. Totally fucking random. I'm sure there's some deeper hidden meeting behind it, but I'm too lazy to think that hard.
Yesterday was good, I avoided the apple pie my mom made as well as the ice cream sundaes everyone made after dinner. My family is comical in a sadistic way. I'm surprised they don't open a wing of Taco Bell in our kitchen, but whatever, none of them are particularly fat (yet). I think by now I've come to accept the fact that I live in a food version of a crack den for the time being.
I think I'm going to play basketball tonight, finally. I missed not having it last week, even though the knee I tore up awhile ago has been acting tricky. I hope my arms don't go numb.
OP: yes
water: yes
exercise: yes
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