Rush Hour In The Lap Lanes

I stepped on the scale this morning and it said that I was up two pounds but, during the course of the work day, two of my colleagues implied that I was wasting away. One was surprised that I wanted to lose another 15 pounds or so. Plus, yesterday, my cousin Chiquita asked me to stand up so that she could take a better look at me.

I would like the scale to move but I'm not stressing out about it like I used to because, voilà, check out these once snug pants.


It's ironic that most of the weight is coming off my lower half since I would like to lose a little poundage elsewhere. What do they say? People in hell want ice water. The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence...

I had every intention of swimming tonight but so did a lot of other people. It was rush hour in the lap lanes. I ended up walking in the lazy river for close to an hour and my legs felt waterlogged when it was all over. Actually, it felt as if they had fallen asleep and I had to wake them up on land.