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.

Killer of the Calves

I should also refer to the Arc Trainer as the glutes and arms killer as well. I didn't know if I would have the wherewithal to stay on that machine for forty minutes.

As it turns out, I ended up doing a split shift. When I first got on the Arc Trainer, there was no one on the AT to the right. Little did I know that two friends would have a Peaches and Herbs Reunited moment. Friend One, with a five-a-day soda habit and an inability to move the scale, got on the AT and proceeded to have a conversation right over my head and, since Friend One's voice was registering 8.0 on the Richter scale, I decided to turn my machine over to her.

Oh my God, am I bothering you? I never know when I'm doing that to people.

I told her that it was okay and I know how it is when you want to be with your friends...