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navigation pounds lost: 6.8 contact Last 5 rings
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2004-08-02 - 3:18 p.m. Well, I’m back. Tanned, rested and 4 pounds heavier. Oh well, fuck it. I had the best intentions when I left, to try and stay on track and actually lose something, but that bit the dust about 10 minutes into the vacation. I’m not all that hung up over it, either. It was nice to eat BBQ, have ice cream and relax all around. Yesterday I decided I wouldn’t repeat the mistakes of former vacation lapses that turn into weeks of retardation, so I went jogging with a friend. Holy hell, my body felt like it was under siege. For some reason bike riding just busts my ass, and she suggested we ride to the track instead of walking there. At first I was like oh fuck, but then I figured it’d be a good challenge. It was actually easier than the last time I pulled my bike out, so that was cool. The running was tough, though. After sitting around on my ass at the beach for the last week, my legs were lazy and tired. I didn’t want to totally embarrass myself at the track, so I pushed through it. I wanted to die on the pavement when I got home, but I was happy I’d done it. I was also glad she’d suggested we ride, because it was a nice little bit of extra torture that I needed. My arms look like total ass right now. Margaret Cho has this funny stand-up thing about how the worst crack a woman can say to another woman is to call her “fat arms.” Mine, ugh, I could really wear sweaters for the next year, if only it weren’t like 90 degrees out right now. It’s totally retarded, the more weight I lose, the worse they look. The muscular part is fine, but the lower arm batwing thing is all hangy and loose skin nastiness. Oh lord, I almost ralphed typing that. I really need to go take a plastic surgery book out of the library and buy myself a scalpel. Seriously, though, I’m doing arm exercises every night from here on out, I can barely stand to look at it. |
