I know. I know. I'm not proud of myself either.
What I want to know is what was I looking for at the end of the pint? Happiness? A present?
Ronald McDonald? To make that reference even more obscure the Hamburgler? (Points to you if catch it.)
I started the year at 250 pounds. I ran a marathon and got down to 220. (YAY! Mild obesity! Now going to end the year at the same weight I started it. Fan Freaking Fabulous.) Yet today as I went to get my twin lumps removed from my arm ( I called them Harry and Lloyd.) as I laid there on the table in the lethal injection stance I wanted to cover my fat from the doctor and the resident. Apparently Harry and Lloyd warrented as a "teaching moment". So as I laid there as they talked in their medical jargon I just wanted to disappear in my tossed out Java chip container.
It hasn't been a good couple of months.
Here is my vomit moment of woe. Sorry if you don't wanted to be woeifed remembered you have been warned. I mean it. I'm woeful and I'm liking it. Woe woe woe oh woe is me! Okay I'm good now.
No really I mean it.
Guess I'm going to have to dust off my running shoes. I don't even have a name for my new pair. But am open for suggestions.
Who wants to shake off the jiggle with a little giggle with me? (Almost wet my pants with laughter on that one. Heh. I am funny.) Anybody want to run a half marathon with me?
Beuhler? (Could you blame me?)
Leave me a comment with name suggestions and if you want to shake off the jiggle with a little giggle with me.