Happy birthday, Jon!!
Way to go at the pool with your mindset, Connie! I'm of the same one--yeah, I'm fat and I'm in a clingy swimsuit, so deal with it.
Speaking of, I have to get a hold of my swimming partner and see if she's up for an afternoon swim (she hasn't been feeling well this weekend). If not, I'm heading over there by myself in a little bit.
Oh, and as of this morning, I'm down 100.4 pounds.
I'm down 100.4 pounds.
Triple digits! Amazing, Kathy. I'm so pleased for you, and impressed by your diligence with the swimming, and learning new eating habits too.
Wow, Kathy, nice milestone. Congrats!
Y'all almost inspire me to actually go to the pool.
Way cool, Kathy.
I
cannot
swim for exercise. I know the individual bits, but it's just such horror to me. Of course, I feel that way about running, and aerobics, and, well, it's pretty clear, ita doesn't exercise if it doesn't involve kettlebells. She may do physically vigorous things, but it's not the same vibe.
Watching
The Expendables.
It's incredibly ponderous and takes itself very seriously. However Jason Statham is fucking brilliant, and I love Eric Roberts and forgot he was in it. Not enough Li, though. Not even slightly. And apparently I can't take Charisma Carpenter seriously.
Jilli does this about once a week, I think. She wades into the room of petticoats and goes spelunking for treasure.
Not quite as often since I finally cleared out and organized the storage heap.
Happy birthday, Jon!
Oh, and Hubby found a way to shut up the gym twinks who found his rotundness disturbing--he took off his shirt and heard the locker room go silent, then heard a whispered "Look at all his scars ... dude..." Combined with his military-short haircut, he thinks they believe he's an injured vet--which he is, but the two didn't coincide--and are very nice to him now.
Not quite as often since I finally cleared out and organized the storage heap.
I know, but I just like the image of you wading hip-deep into a sea of petticoats.