
2004-05-06 - 10:49 a.m.
flab = problem
You know what, sweating like a pig actually felt good yesterday. Usually I hate to sweat, but it made me feel...I don't know, like vigorous or something. I wasn't ready to keel over, it was a good kind of sweating. When I walk, I have that beginnings of sweating...but only basketball makes my shirt all damp.
I've decided to embark on a campaign to do crunches every night. I'd rather someone put a cigarette out in my ass than do crunches, but they're becoming necessary. I can't deal with the pillsbury doughgirl thing I have going on with my stomach. I'll start with like 100 per night, and see if I don't die from that.
I have to make a doctor's appointment this week, and I actually think I won't get harassed this time. Maybe mildly harassed, but at least they can look at my chart and shut their mouths. I've always hated getting on those damn doctor's scales, because they always estimate way low. Like they'll slide the bar to 100lbs and start inching that little one ALL the way to the end before they add another 50lb marker and start over. And again. I wish they'd estimate high so as not to make me feel like a whale being weighed at Sea World.
Good week so far though, natch. Let's keep it going.
OP: yes
water: yes
exercise: yes
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