Snow still lines the streets of this one horse town, but the warm sun promises spring. Yesterday's mourning procession fades in my memory as the "The Truth the Dead Knows" echoes in my memory.
"Why am I still here?" I ask myself. Park the car. Walk to the grey cube holding my daily intake of potential and note-taking.
Deep breath. Just a little more time till and you can cross "Living overseas" of the list. Then "writing a novel." Then "finding true inner peace."
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
So far, so so
Though I'm not a dedicated dieter, I've stuck to working out with my Your Shape for Wii.
I haven't noticed a drop in weight and my pants are as tight as ever, but the workouts themselves are getting a little more bearable. Still, I've cussed Jenny McCarthy's avatar so many times now.
The camera detects your movements, but not as close as they make you think. So you'll be doing heel jacks —which are like jumping jacks except with less movement — then stumble and you'll hear a ding and she'll say "Great job! You're really doing well!" or "That's the ticket," the nice canned aerobic instructor talk. On the other hand, you'll be performing a move to the best of your ability and she chides: "Opps! Let's watch those arms!" or "See if you can follow my lead."
Thankfully the voice option can be nixed along with the horrific musical choices. I keep the voice on because the program has hundreds of exercises, which she explains the first few times they cycle through.
Hopefully my pants will be looser next month, until then....
Oh, I got a column picked up by www.wm3.org. I wrote a column criticizing the judge over seeing the West Memphis Three appeal. The defense team was into it. Go to the Web site to read it if you want. Otherwise, have a good one!
I haven't noticed a drop in weight and my pants are as tight as ever, but the workouts themselves are getting a little more bearable. Still, I've cussed Jenny McCarthy's avatar so many times now.
The camera detects your movements, but not as close as they make you think. So you'll be doing heel jacks —which are like jumping jacks except with less movement — then stumble and you'll hear a ding and she'll say "Great job! You're really doing well!" or "That's the ticket," the nice canned aerobic instructor talk. On the other hand, you'll be performing a move to the best of your ability and she chides: "Opps! Let's watch those arms!" or "See if you can follow my lead."
Thankfully the voice option can be nixed along with the horrific musical choices. I keep the voice on because the program has hundreds of exercises, which she explains the first few times they cycle through.
Hopefully my pants will be looser next month, until then....
Oh, I got a column picked up by www.wm3.org. I wrote a column criticizing the judge over seeing the West Memphis Three appeal. The defense team was into it. Go to the Web site to read it if you want. Otherwise, have a good one!
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