This Is My Life

Just for the record, sore throats suck. Going to the doctor's today to confirm my self-diagnoses of strep.

This is one thing where I feel safe in my self-diagnoses; I got strep a LOT as a child, and know all the signs. This sucks majorly because I have a bachelor party I'm supposed to attend for the best man from my wedding, and now I don't know if I'll be able to make it.

Time to ask the doctor, I suppose. Bah.

So, tonight I started doing sit-ups. Well, crunches I suppose, but in my mind I still call them sit-ups, so that's what I'm going to call them here.

I can't do a lot of sit-ups, on account of two things:

1) I have a large gut that gets in the way.

2) I have a large gut with few muscles underneath it.

The best way to get rid of these two things, of course, is to do sit-ups. Well, that's just the way it is, so I'll have to deal with it.

Tonight I did 10 sit-ups. No, that's not very many, and to be truthful it's not the most I can do. My plan is to add one every night. 11 tomorrow, 12 the next day, etc, constantly pushing myself to do "one more."

Eventually, obviously, I'm going to hit a wall that I can't pass right away. It might be at 15, it might be at 50, but it will be there. All I have to do when that happens is keep pushing myself until such a time as I can do one more. Then push myself past that, and on, and on, and on.

Why sit-ups? Well, it's something I can do without any equipment, in the privacy of my own home, and it uses muscles I want to strengthen. For that same reason, I'm working on push-ups in the same manner, only even slower.

My upper arms are very weak; I can barely do wussy push-ups with my knees touching the ground. This will obviously require a lot of work. Still, the best time to start is now. I'm not even letting this horrible sore throat and chest-wracking cough get in the way.

Okay, maybe I should let that get in the way, but I'm not. If I come up with one excuse, I'll come up with 100.

Time for no excuses.

I hope.

Woke up with a stomach ache that translated into a headache and stomach ache.

Then one of the puppies decided to make a mess inside. A HUGE mess. How could a dog so tiny have so much in him?

Now we're spending the rest of the day out in the backyard with the dogs.

Yay?

Last warning. TMI stands for Too Much Information. If you keep reading, it's your own fault.

( Okay, really, last warning. )