First off, everybody say three "woots" for Pam. I walked for 45 minutes on Monday as fast as I possibly could, rested on Tuesday, and I walked 1 hour and 9 minutes today -- a little over 3.5 miles -- as fast as I could. I'm on my way. I feel it. I have that "something-something" that everyone strives for, but no one has any idea exactly what it is or how to get it. It's motivation, drive, inspiration, energy, excitement, and determination. And not a moment too soon, as you'll see in just a moment.
I gotta say, for a 47-year old woman who doesn't do SQUAT for exercise, I've got good genes or something, because I seem to be able to pick up exercise pretty quickly without it kicking my ass too bad when I put my mind to it. I don't have to start from scratch and walk for only 10 minutes before I'm sucking wind. Thank ya, Jesus.
WARNING: Potty-mouth rant ahead...
My dad greeted me this morning by saying, "Hi, Chubby!"
GAWD! What is wrong with you men? What the hell? Unless you are a woman's personal physician, shut the fuck up about her weight, will ya? Jeez! Trust me. She knows if she has a fat ass and doesn't need you to tell her. And besides all that, take a look in the mirror, Lumpy.
End of potty-mouth rant. That wasn't too bad for me really. Just one "F-word" is pretty lame if you ask me. It barely deserves a warning.
I gotta get some work done now. See ya.