I. Am. So. Tired. Tonight, the evil trainer made me work out outside. I srsly think it was to stop me from bitching, because I have to admit, it was gorgeous out today. Warm and breezy and sunny …. ahhhh. She had me do all of these God-awful exercises with resistance bands. I had no idea my arms could shake so much after a minute of exercises! But tonight was the first time that I could actually feel stronger … we were walking outside, around the building, and I climbed up two flights of stairs without a problem. I think we walked 3 miles in all. I’m going to buy a set of resistance bands to keep at home … they’re the devil but simple to use.

Tomorrow is my consult with the bariatric surgeon. I’m excited to find out more. Unfortunately I have to leave right after a 90-minute staff meeting (who schedules meetings from 11-12:30 and doesn’t provide lunch?!) so I’ll have to bring something I can snack on in the car for lunch. I would feel terrible showing up at the surgeon’s office having just wolfed in McD’s! LOL

The Red Wings are fucking falling apart. They let the Predators — the 8th seed — even out the series last night. I was so disgusted I turned the game off with about 6 minutes left in the 2nd period. There’s another game tomorrow night and then hopefully the Wings will capture the series on Sunday. If it goes to a game 7, I will be a wreck next Tuesday. Games like that stress me out. I have to watch but I can’t watch, ya know? The only bright side is that I get to send Ricardo snarky e-mails because he hates hockey with a passion. I’ll convert him one of these years.