Week 8

Back from vacation, and back at the fitness center. I couldn't remember if I met with Jeremy Monday or Tuesday. I was hoping it was Tuesday so I could ease back into working out after my happy-tray week. Nope! It was Monday. After some time on the treadmill, Jeremy started working me. And I do mean WORKING! (Excuse me, but you're standing on my tongue!)  He went up on everything--reps, weights, cardio, you name it! I have not thrown up in 15 years, but I thought I was close today. Not even camp food brought me that close to a gastrointestinal reversal.

When I left the center, I was looking for my tongue again. Then, I realized it was that girl-in-a-yellow-raincoat-Mortonized slug stuck to the roof of my mouth.