Mary and her damn favors! This really is starting to get old. Even Andy never asked for as many favors during the 11 years we were friends. I already put my foot down as far as serving her friends go, and if I have to do the same with multiple story copies, I will. At least she’s footing most of the postage.

In her letter today she asked for a copy of her book so she could have it during the remainder of her time at Estrella. At first I was like, there’s no way I’m going to waste the paper and stamps when she’ll be out of there in just 3 weeks, but because she did send stamps, I went ahead and printed a copy. I pulled the margins wide and made the print really small, though, and used plain white paper. Some of it was faded a bit since I’m low on toner. Tom’s going to pick me up a new cartridge tomorrow, he says. Meanwhile, when she gets to Florida, I really hope she hangs onto the copy I’ll send her there. I don’t want to be printing multiple copies any more than I want to play organizer.

Chris hasn’t arrived yet, but the pedals are here and I absolutely love them! They’re the best thing I’ve used yet as far as cardiovascular training goes. It’s the quietest and most comfortable too, yet still effective. I can feel it in my legs, my heartbeat and my raised body temp. I can read or watch TV with it easily and I can even put it on the counter or a table and do my arms if I want to as well.

I shit today, but I’m sure that will be it for 2-3 days. I know something’s obviously blocking me from losing the fat, but oh well. I tried. I can live with being heavy. I wouldn’t be this big in the first place if it weren’t meant to be. At least I can keep strong and fit. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to work on maintaining my current weight or if I’ll let myself gain all the weight my body wants. It’s just that to me, overweight is overweight. What difference does it make if I’m 30 pounds overweight or 60 pounds overweight? So, if I’m going to remain overweight since I really don’t have much of a choice, I see no sense in worrying about how overweight I am or may become.

Meanwhile, I may live like a hermit, but no one can ever say I’m too lazy or inactive!