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I have surpised myself by going to the gym every day. I don't always stay for an hour, but I go. It's starting to feel really good. I'm a little ashamed of being the only one drenched in sweat at the end of my time, but hopefully that'll change as soon as I'm less fat. Aside from still being bored with my music choices, I'm also a little bored by what's playing on the TV. My choices are Fox and Friends or a local news station I'm not particularly fond of. I don't despise Fox news as much as my more liberal friends but I do find them slightly abrassive, sort of like sand in my shoes. The local staion isn't subtitled so I just imagine what they're staying "Fat girl falls of eliptical machine into vat of butter-film at 11!". I tried asking the management to change the lineup and was told that those were the breaks. I did fight the urge to shove the manager's clipboard up his ass--see? I'm getting nicer!! I think I'll start uploading episodes of Lost onto my ipod and catching up there, even though I've vowed to stop watching that show. It was a great show, I just feel that I'm in an bad relationship with it. I put so much into it, I care for it and defend it to my friends. Then Lost gives me nothing in return. Soon I start to wonder if there are other shows out there for me, but just when I'm about to move on Lost comes back and gives me a little something, it answers a question or shows me a link between characters. Ah ha! I think, Lost is changing! This could work! It never lasts though. OK, nevermind I just decided to stop the abuse. Maybe I'll watch episodes of American Idol and see what all the fuss is. Or not.
Diet is going fine. And by fine I mean I'm eating a lot of chicken. Also, while stuffing a pinata for my dad's birthday I stuffed an alarming number of Nerds into my pockets. I put them back later, but fished out a peanut butter cup. And a mini Twix. I am overall able to resist temptation but when confronted with twelve kinds of deliciousness I couldn't resist tasting the forbidden fruit. It's weird though, the better I try to be the more people around me seem to be pushing bad stuff at me. My husband finally got the messege and stopped bring home treats like flan, banana splits, etc. It was cute when I was pregnant and early in my little girl's life when we'd huddle together after she'd go to bed and share a quiet and yummy treat together before bed. He's much better about helping out through this. Now if only I could get my mom to stop.