Did aerobics class tonight. I guess I thought we'd be some bunch of mid-life women takin' it kinda easy. Ya know, not doing that much since --well--we're mid-life women.Wrong.
Will ache tomorrow. I need a better pair of tennyshoes. As I looked In the mirror as I pulled this rope thing to work my arms, and got all the way mad at myself --again- how I'd lost this 70 lbs and kept it off until-My emotional eater self and gained more than half of it back. Anyway, it will be a good ache. At least that's what I tell myself. I do know I'll sleep like a rock and them some tonight.
Tonight on Dancing With the Stars, Michael Irvin is SAFE to dance another day. I do so blame his pro-dancer partner, Anna. Sure, she's new to the show, yet Anna's gotta put more dance in the DANCE. I do believe Michael can dance--if he cuts down on his nervousness and actually has a dance to do.
OK. I'm beat. I sweat out my 74 ounces of water tonight. All for the good--so I tell me....
Thomasina OUT.
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