June 10, 2003
Naked Pregnant Lady
I went to the gym last night for the first time in forever. Yesterday morning, and I'm going way out on a limb saying this, I was bending over to tie my shoes, and it was so uncomfortable, I couldn't breathe. That is très embarrassing. So I went, did some aerobic work, showered, and then weighed myself. Even more embarrassing is the 216 lbs (98 kg; almost 16 stone) that I measured on the scale. That's even more than I've weighed in the past. So, as much as I hate to, I'm going to start working out again. In fact, I am so determined to get a handle on this thing that I got up at five o'clock this morning to work out again. I have it in my head to go twice a day for a couple of weeks to get a jump start on losing weight. I really want to get rid of it this time. I'm sure I've said this here before somewhere. Last night when I was at the lockers, I looked across to the mirrors that are everywhere in the locker room and I saw my profile. I looked like a pregnant Demi Moore on the cover of Vanity Fair. All I need now is a liberal version of Bruce Willis and I'd be set. My head is hung in shame.
Getting up at oh-dark-thiry is not fun for me, especially when I have to go sweat my guts out. I'm cranky and pissy and generally unpleasant. I wish I knew why. Is it just because I'm not in the comfort and warmth of my bed? Then why am I pissy at night when I go to the gym? Is it because I'm not in the comfort of my chair, sitting in front of my computer? I guess. It's the all-American disease called laziness. My calendar is not so booked that I can blame my gain on being too busy. Last year at this time, I was on my way down to 195 lbs. All right, that's enough. No more bitching.
So, I'll take a moment to issue a global apology to anyone who is affected by my grumpiness. I'm sorry, don't take it personally. Maybe it will subside along with the extra pounds.
