YUM … YUCK … Dang … puke
It isn’t going to be a fun weigh in tomorrow. I stepped on the scales a bit ago, and it wasn’t a good number that popped up on the LCD screen. I knew it wouldn’t be, because I can feel the muscle firming up in my legs from three days of pushing hard on my bike, hard enough to make Mikey whine at me. In fairness to Mikey, we must keep in mind that Mikey works in the heat all day. He works/plays with the toy he loves, his he-man-woman-hater pressure washer, and he takes on more jobs than he should, but he loves the blasted thing, so I try not to gripe too much at him. Anyway …. I can see muscles taking shape. I like muscles. They don’t wobble.
I had all these super fun things to tell you about all this and drawings that I was going to post (to show you the bizarre reshaping of my rear and legs), but I spent too much time stalking you all. You can make a complete day of reading posts in the blogosphere.
So you will just have to work with me here as I slap a post together before making myself try to go to sleep. Oh … the bother of getting all my crap together. You all just drained me today … haha you just write too darn good and had me distracted all blasted day.
See y’all with the lovely weigh in update … S