Day 50: Rotten To The Core

Yikes! I was about to go to bed when I remembered I hadn't made my blog posting yet. In fact, my day began with my personal trainer calling early this morning asking where I was. I'd forgotten that too. I've also been losing things lately. I'll set a pencil down somewhere and 30 seconds later not be able to find it. I swear, if my wallet wasn't attached to my ass I'd lose that too.... Wait a minute! It isn't attached and I do lose it all the time! Damn.

I had a great yoga lesson yesterday. I actually think I'm starting to "get it." Both my personal trainer and my yoga instructor keep going on and on about my core, which is apparently rotting due to lack of use. At first I had no idea what they were talking about, but now I'm just beginning to understand. They're also constantly telling me to breathe. "Breathe, damn it! Breathe!" I'm surprised I don't fall over dead when they're not around to remind me.

Before I go, I'd like to take a moment to day "hi" to Gillian, one of my devoted (i.e. bored) readers. I wish I could pick up the phone, call up a friend and get together with them the way you described in your comment. Unfortunately, none of my friends live in the same town I do. That's part of my problem, really. Rattling around in this big old house by myself gets me down sometimes, but I've always got my 73-inch Mitsubishi high definition TV with 5.1 Dolby sound, and almost 5,000 DVDs.

Hey, I think it's time to watch one now.