Friday, January 1, 2010
I guess I have to pat myself on the back for actually following through on my goals for three mornings in a row, but oh, the PAIN. "Wow she is already complaining a lot after only three days." Hey, Hey when you let yourself get to the point where I am, just three days of exercise HURTS. The muscles are tight all over, and as I walk around the house I look and feel a little bit like an old robot with squeaky joints--a plump robot like Rosie on The Jetsons. Except as my weight loss goals become priority, I find my house slowly GAINING weight, in trash, dirty dishes, dirty laundry, and crumbs on the floor so you win some you lose some. Too bad Rosie isn't here for real; she could do all the housework while I nurse my achin' bones. But then again, I would probably order lots of bad food that she pops out of her stomach ready to eat, so Rosie you stay with The Jetsons and I will try to suck it up and get some stuff done around here.