I need to get back into my workout routine, and stop with all the junk food. I have been out of control since Thanksgiving. Well, before then actually. Fudge, cookies, ice cream sandwiches, etc. I'm not showing much restraint. I can still fit into my jeans, but I can tell I've lost muscle. My treadmill is still blocked by stacks of hardwood flooring, but I think I have room to do an aerobics or kick boxing tape. I am cutting back on the sweets, too. I will be eating better as a vegetarian, but sweets could be my downfall (as usual).

I may be going to Charleston with Leigh in the spring, and/or Myrtle Beach in May with our whole group of friends (not to mention my 10 year high school reunion in 2002, which I may or may not attend). Leigh and I were jealous last year after hearing about how much fun they had and seeing the pictures. Jen told us they felt that we should have been there. So, I need to get back into enough shape to at least wear my one piece bathing suit. That would probably entail losing about 5 lbs. and re-toning my arms and legs. Actually, they aren't that bad. Leigh would probably ask me what I was worried about, since I'm one of the smallest girls of our group. I don't know. I don't dance because I don't want to look stupid. I would not want to wear a bathing suit now to avoid looking like a whale (and scaring/blinding everyone with my pallor).

Alright. Enough of my "poor me" rant. I have so much to be thankful for - my decent health, my loving husband, my furry children (and one scaled one), my job, my house, my car, my family, my friends, my relaitve attractiveness, my naturally blonde hair (ok, those last 2 were shallow), my intelligence, my independence, my strength (physical and mental), my pool skills, that good hair and nail gene I must've been born with, Tori Amos, my 5 (and sometimes 6) senses, the fact that I have no children (Jeff may disagree)... I'm not sure if this is enough to counteract the negativity. I tend to focus on the negative. When I think about it, my gripes seem petty compared to others. I could have it so much worse.