I. I've been closely watching Kameron's saga of dealing with diabetes. I first started reading her because she's a fellow feminist sci-fi lover and get this, actually writes the stuff! So it was funny to see her blog about not dying after 20 minutes on the elliptical today. I'm proud to report that I finally made it to the gym today to log my own time on the elliptical - 25 minutes. Add to that a 10-15 walk there and back. Woohoo! Last week I swam 2-3 days for about 15 minutes each. I always, always forget how hard I have to work to move my fat ass across a pool. "It's water, you're floating!" Um, no. I'm also walking more with Miss Ella and a bit faster now that she's fallen in love with her 2-wheeler bike (with training wheels) and is a lil speed demon. I bet that I'm doing a 15-min mile now if not more. But that's what I'm logging in my exercise diary.

What is really pissing me off about this diet is always being hungry. So I'm eating about 1200-1500 calories a day and exercising at least 30-60 minutes a day (Spark lets you count all activity including housework or just chasing Ella around!). Compare that to when I was eating most likely 3,000++ and sitting on my ass all day. Half the calories and a million times the exercise. And I don't just craze things like Nutty Bars (oh, how you taunt me in the snack machine!), oh, no...I crave things like apples, bananas, string cheese! I really hope my body gets use to this new food intake soon. Or else I'm going to break down and eat a box of HoHos!

II. I'm glad that we visited NOLA while I could. Now with Gov. Blanco signing the abortion ban, I have to put Louisiana on the boycott list. South Dakota was easy to put on my boycott list. But NOLA? Now that I've experienced your yummy goodness and witnessed the best wedding EVER? I guess I'll have to wait for Emeril to bring NOLA up north.

III. The big news in Chicago today is a "shocking" report that says gangs are moving into the suburbs. Shocking! Having grown up in a poor-to-working class 'burb, I laugh at this report. Because where there is poverty, there will be gangs. I lived on the 'good side' of town and I only know this because my parents forbid me to ever take my body over the big road into the 'bad side' of town where there were 2-3 housing complexes that housed gang bangers or wanna bes. Knowing that 2-3 of my aunts & their families also lived on that side was always unnerving to me. How long until my cousin starts flashing signs? To my knowledge, none did. Then again, I didn't hang too much with my cousins. By middle school a few of my girlfriends were drawing gang signs on notebooks and teaching me signs. Did I ever really buy into it? Nope. I 'sold out' and hung with the rich kids. At least the rich kids who didn't buy into the gangs. I'm sure there were some who did. I did my best to be ignorant of all that crap.

IV. I ended up deciding that money is #1 at the moment and used one Southwest credit to get my body to Albany and paid for the other half of the ticket. $200 roundtrip was about $100 less than the cheapest flight I could find. It really sucks. Oh well. At least I have 1/2 my ticket for Christmas paid for.

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