- I LOVE the Biggest Loser, totally obsessed with it. I can watch the weigh in with heated anticipation each week (Joelle is so weak of mind it kills me). Is it wrong to eat ice cream pie while watching BL as I sit on the sofa? I kinda felt weird about it...like they were watching ME through the tv saying, why don't you try a yogurt or this stick of sugar free gum? Listen, ice cream sandwich pie, hot fudge and peanut butter chips AIN'T NO STICK OF GUM OR YOGURT...I'm here to tell ya...where to put that stick of gum.
- I hate that football is over, for all practical purposes. I don't know what I'm going to do on Sunday's...other than swim.
- Good tequila is really good. Crappy tequila is rot gut.
- Rock of Love Bus 2 kicked off two lovely ladies last week - one had a boyfriend at home (shocker) and the other was a psycho ex-porn star who stole everyone's socks...yep, socks, tube socks...coming to eBay very soon.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Dr. Tri, meet Mr. PT
Who needs air bags when you got bags like these?!?! Holy crap!
Thanks for all the well wishes and now I know that my bootie has killer cleavage! With cycling shorts on under my work pants, I ventured to see Mr. PT. Talk about a soft bootie, the pants were tight but I didn't want to have to actually change clothes to get to work. Mr. PT did his ankle and knee assessment, made some measurements and then started moving me in all kinds of directions. The best was when he said - engage your core - put his hand on my soft middle, said - engage your core - again. I'm thinking (I am jerky) that if I squeeze any harder I'm going to fart AND this is so embarrassing...my soft gooey center exposed for what it is...a weak, soft, gooey center. I'm working on it. Good flexibility here, not so much here (hands on legs). The best exercise, stand on one foot, then the other, then repeat and do it while closing your eyes. I almost hit the ground like a box of rocks. Apparently, my balance with my eyes closed, not so good. Try this, I dare you. You feel drunk forrrila.
Random thoughts in no particular order...