Sigh.

Stuck at 116. After the excitement of being skinny (i.e., less than 115) for a few minutes Sunday morning (good times), I entered a major depressive state when I found out I was 117 Tuesday morning. I couldn't even blog. Just wasn't feelin' it. How to recover the golden bliss that was Sunday morning? Well, I walked for a full hour yesterday, and am happy (almost?) to report that I was only 116 this morning, despite a large and delicious lunch at Switch and seconds on dessert at Book Club last night. So maybe if I continue walking an hour everyday....aarrgghh.

Sounds sucky, no? Yes. So I looked into the Ab Circle Pro this morning. It's another expensive toy that won't really do much (although it looks like a ton of fun, if twisting from side to side can be fun). Still need to burn more calories overall to get rid of (what kind of fat, dear readers?) subcutaneous fat and that darn belly fat. And I'm working on muscles too. What I need is a job walking (postal worker? great benes, I bet, and a good tan here in Phoenix, plus I love the doggies), or maybe doing squats and lunges (hmmm, I think personal trainer or gym teacher is all I got for this one). But that just ain't happenin'.

So for now, I'll keep pluggin' away at it. Tonight: an hour of fat burning and toning with my sister and Leslie Sansone courtesy of Skype. (I put on my Bad-Ass big girl jogging tights in anticipation, so I'm all ready for a serious workout, and even if I don't kill that fat, I'll look like I could.)

Update: the bad-ass tights were strangling my fat, so I had to take them off. But I put them back on later for a workout. And did I mention that I ordered a couple of those little twister board thingies? You know, the little circles that you stand on and twist? Oh yeah, best work out ever. At least that's what I'm expecting. Will have to let you know after I actually get them.