Dawn's Digression.

Today the muffin and I played racquetball. She creamed me. As was expected. And I know she was playing nice. She was hitting the ball nice and soft. See, I think what she was really doing was giving me some false self-confidence. Which I appreciate. One game I was even ahead of her by a point or two. But she closed that gap and went in for the kill. I worked a brand new set of muscles that I didn't even know existed. My forearm muscles. WTF? So now I feel like I have carpal tunnel. Maybe I could get out of work for a few weeks on a company-sponsored holiday. :) My arm was shaking so bad afterwards, I could hardly even hold anything. Still hurts to make a fist.
Cool, hunh?

I signed up for ediets.com. OMG. That diet plan is a beating. It really is. It took me over an hour to figure out our meals for the next week. And I need to tell you, I'm not all that excited. But damn, I have GOT to lose some weight.
Did I tell you I have a membership at Bally's now? I do. I'm actually very excited about it. I love the weight machines. I'm planning to work the shit out of my abs. And hopefully do some yoga. First I have to buy a mat, though. I have my high school reunion in seven months, and I refuse to go looking like this. No sir. I wanna be hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhot. Okay, 'hot' might be a long shot, but I'd love to go for un-obese. That'd be great. So, anyway, the diet and working out starts Monday. So I have been eating like a pig for days in preparation. I hope I can stick to it this time.
OH! When we were playing racquetball, I pelted the muffin right in the boob. She was probably 4 feet away from me, to the left, and I smacked the ball straight into her boob. What's really sad about it, is that the wall was directly in front of me, yet I hit her standing just to the left. What can I say? I suck.