Day 3 of TORTURE

I had a set back on Wednesday. We'll not discuss it, although its not as bad as you might think, I did not have a Dr. Pepper.

Today I am back on track with a vengeance. Worked out with the Wii this morning, ate my 100 CALORIE muffin for breakfast (who knew those things existed, thanks Dianne), worked on my fitness at the gym and ate a healthy lunch. I must say, I feel much better today than I did yesterday. That ol' nasty fast food is EVIL.

Today, while at GYM 2000 sweating buckets, seriously, I expected Carol Burnett to come by with her mop bucket to mop up the puddles, Dianne, got me tickled. This elliptical machine confuses me. I think that I should not be all bouncy on this thing, so, I say, hey is this right? Bouncing...then I try the hold my upper body still and just move my legs...she compared me to the Hobbits in Lord of the Rings when they run. Seriously? Then I tried to imagine it. Kind of like the Road Runner getting ready to take off just as Wylie coyote is coming around the corner. I got so tickled...I could feel a giggling fit coming on. I concentrated really hard on the song playing on the "borrowed" Ipod and got my rhythm back.

What Dianne doesn't know...if I fell off and wrapped myself up around that thing like a pretzel, she was coming down with me, AND I would not let her push that emergency stop button. Wouldn't those "road" burns be something to explain?

I just noticed the emergency stop buttons today. Dianne says they are there, just in case you fall and need to stop the tread mill...translates to...the gym owners do not want you walking down the street with tread mill burn on your face. Bad for business.

Update on the sugar and bloodpressure...my sugar is averaging between 125 to 170, which is way better. Drum roll please.... 144/88 was my pressure yesterday, how close to perfect can I get? Looks like medicine for me. Tim says that I'm going to have to get me one of those m-t-w-t-f-s-s containers, because I'm so forgetful. He said like an "old lady" and Taylor said NO, LIKE A GRANDMA. Whatever. I'm working on my fitness, I'll show them.

I'm still missing my Dr. Pepper. The waitress at the Chinese resturant had my Dr Pepper sitting on the table ready and waiting. I had asked for water, she just wasn't listening. I could smell the Dr. Pepper, feel the fizz on the tip of my nose, it was hard to not break down. Finally, after Dianne had to put it out of my reach, the waitress brought me a water, she was confused, she'll get over it. Food is not as big a problem as I thought it would be.

Tell me why I'm having the weirdest dreams...
#1 I dreamed about a beautiful baby, curly hair, big blue eyes, happy, except, I wanted to pick its nose and it would not let me.

#2 I dreamed that the dentist came to my house and cleaned my teeth all night long. Then told me I had a rotten tooth and cleaned my teeth more without drugs.

What's up with that?