Loss of boobage.
Seriously.

Am I whining again?  You bet your britches.  Or not, if you have issues over wandering the streets pantless.  Because I AM.  I AM whining. I AM, I AM, said Sam I Am.

It is hot.  Hot beyond hot.  Miserable hot that fries your brain cells the moment you step outdoors.  And I don’t want to hear any fluff about “humidity” or the “feel-like-it” temperature.  The regular temperature, which just happens to be ONE HUNDRED SIX degrees farenheit today, is bad enough – thank you very much.

*sigh* as she relishes the moment of pity from her adoring readers.

Rant over!  That was the hot part.  Hotter, you must be wondering?  ME!  I’m on fire! I’ve resorted to walking indoors, and I’m loving it.  Air Conditioning makes it so very easy to crank out 2.5 miles in 30 minutes.  My clothes continue to get bigger.  I conquered the plateau. Jumped right over the edge!  (See progress charts at left.)  I actually walked away from pizza on Friday evening.  Walked Away, I tell you!  WALKED AWAY! 

 

What did you do this weekend to supercharge your body?  We – the entire Pea Family – went to the Y yesterday afternoon.  It’s too hot to play outside, so we played inside instead!  I did a two mile run on the treadmill, and then accepted AlmostTeen Son #2’s challenge to race on the track over the gym floor. 

1.  Never accept a race challenge from a kid who weighs 100 pounds less than you do and is thirty-two years younger.  Fun to try, but impossible to win.

2.  Weight Machines are fun and easy to use.  Especially when your handsome hubby is working out close by so you can admire his flexing muscles.

3.  After said kid beats your pants off for the sixth time, even giving you a quarter track head start each time, let him race his older brother.  It will put him back in his place.

4.  Do try racing your Teen Daughter, the skinny one.  You can probably beat her, which will make you feel better.