Tuesday, March 25th, 2008 | |
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Well, I still haven’t fallen of the wagon even though I had a terrible Easter weekend. (foodwise) I can’t resist my Dad’s cooking. It was like the last temptation of Christ. There I was faced with a row of food, beckoning me, saying, ‘eat me’ ‘eat me’. Southern cooking is no joke. *sigh* So I took my butt to the gym and stayed on the treadmill until I sweat in spots where I didn’t think it possible to sweat. I weighed myself today thinking I really screwed up. By some miracle I managed to lose three pounds. Go figure.
In the meantime, though my workouts are still hard, I’m able to get through without coughing out a lung. And the guy in my aerobics class, yeah, I still see his balls.
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I like reading about your experiences at your fitness place. This reader cares!
I’m glad you’re doing so well too. It’s tough when one is out of shape – I should know.
I’m wondering if it’s hard NOT to look at that guys balls – I think I’d have a hard time not looking knowing they were there to look at. You think the guy is purposely NOT wearing a jock strap? Perhaps he is somewhat of an exhibitionist? If so….what a creep.
I come read your blogs all the time. I’ve read your Vampire series and am watching for Dante’s Wrath to come out – I’d still read your blog though – you’re honest; especially with yourself and I like that about a person.
One other thing: you mentioned in your previous blog about going to the gym – that there was a very fine looking man and that you are happily married but not dead. You know what what they say:
“Just because you’re on a diet doesn’t mean you can’t look at the menu”.
I’m happily married for 31 years this April and I just adore looking at menus!
Take care Eve – Dear Authoress. I appreciate your writing and I thank you for sharing so much of your creative self with us readers.
Colleen