I’m not going to apologize for not blogging recently because… dude. The new book is due in less than two months. Busy. So very, very busy.
Technically, I don’t actually HAVE to lose the whole 50 pounds, I’m just contractually obligated to provide 80,000-90,000 words about the process. However, I don’t miss deadlines OR goals so I’m killing myself right now to make it happen. I mean, damn, on top of the restrictive diet I’m working with my trainer three times a week and also doing cardio on my own. Plus, I went to a “freemotion fitness” group class on Wednesday taught by my trainer, which A) was really fucking hard and B) was probably a mistake on my part as my trainer complimented me on keeping up and determined I’d been holding out on her in our private sessions.
Shit.
My trainer then laughed and said she couldn’t hear me complaining over the music, which I imagine was a pleasant change. Frankly, I was too busy trying not to attract attention from the fit participants during the class, so I kept my mouth shut. However, our dollar-per-minute training sessions are an entirely different story. It’s impossible for me to not provide surly running commentary over each exercise. (I am made for sitting and reclining, not for squatting and sprinting!)
Also, there’s such pain and exertion involved, my body hijacks my brain and invents problems so she’ll take it easy on me, e.g. “These lunges just sprained my prostate, so let’s not complete the set, OK?”
Sadly, I’ve cried wolf one too many times, and now unless we can see bone sticking out, she doesn’t believe me when I beg for a moment to tend to all my “injuries.”
I am so going to buy her a pony when we reach my goal.
That is, if she doesn’t kill me first.
Anyway, until I get back to my regular posting duties, check out any of the following:
My interview with Cindy at Conversations with Famous Writers
Tons of great summer reading recommendations from Trashionista
Finally, for the Jens and Wendy and Roberta and all the other cool ladies sitting on the east end of the table at the telephone bar after the New York signing, I FINALLY remembered the story I was going to tell you about my friend wearing her neighbors sheets! Granted, I totally forget how it was a propos to the conversation, but here it is.
Now there’s an elliptical machine with my name on it. And if I don’t go, I fear my trainer will make my broken ankles go from fantasy to reality...
(P.S. Just found out the new book will be released in May, 2008!)
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