Can I have a side of contrition with that, please?

So, I went bought fast food today because, frankly, my sugars suck when I am good AND when I am bad. It's been that way lately. So, yeah I went to KFC and had ordered when they asked me, "Would you like to donate a dollar to help the treatment of Diabetes?"

I wanted to say "Did I not just spend 5 dollars that said the CONTRARY?!" but said yes... then drove a mile before throwing away my cheese curds and removing the skin on my chicken before I could change my mind.

The only thing more ironic would have been if they had asked me to donate to help stop Obesity, but this was pretty close.

WHAT GIVES YOU THE... ummm...

So, lately I have been exercising hard and such but not losing much weight at all. And doctors, doctors doctors. In July they do an MRI to check out my dumb pituitary gland to see if it's a tumor deal. The weight isn't why any of this... the girly parts are... BUT it is part of why I am frustrated with myself.

Since I am not seeing the pounds, it has been suggested that I celebrate other accomplishments, and with rewards... HEALTHY rewards.

So, I have had popcorn only ONCE in over a MONTH (and that was a special occasion... a movie (Spiderman 3) and have achieved a couple other little goals so I decided to buy myself a healthy reward!

I decided to buy one of those Exercise Balls.


Or, as Dwight calls it a "Fitness Orb"

Hee hee hee hee!


ANYWAY, So far it has been a GREAT work out...







BLOWING IT UP.


Eventually I may actually try WORKING with it, but for now pumping the dang thing up the whole way was enough. The End.