No, not this pooch (thanks to szafi.hu for the image). But if a pooch like this one ever came to my house, I would say something similar. Maybe not me, but my German Shepherd would rip it apart. However, I am talking about a different pooch.
Yesterday while getting ready for church, I tucked in my shirt and noticed a little bump on my stomach. My shirts have been historically baggy, so I just tried to smooth it out, but it was already smooth against my form. Needless to say, I was a little disappointed. Ben recently blogged about his miraculous weight loss, and has inspired me to get out of bed in the morning and do something to:
1) get some strength back into my left arm (I broke my left elbow before the start of this blog.).
2) lose the pooch.
Well, today was my first 6:00 a.m. battle with my bed. I lost. Hopefully I can do better tomorrow.
Monday, January 14, 2008
The pooch has to go
Posted by Miracle Gro at 9:17 PM
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If you get depressed over failure again tomorrow, then you can come over and I'll make you some monkey poo to comfort you.
imagining you with a pooch is like imagining imagining a giraffe with a short neck. it just doesn't fit. good luck with the bed/exercise battle. i lose almost everytime except for maybe once every two weeks.
The children were up on and off for a few hours last night (only wanting Daddy), so he lost the battle again this morning. I tried to kick him out, but he was just too tired.
the thought of that dog being hidden under your shirt just makes me laugh out loud.
good news about working out is, it gives you an excuse to drink more mtn dew, since you are burining more calories. well, that's my excuse anyway.
6am is weak. Of course, I get to the gym 3 times a week and my spare dump-truck tire refuses to deflate at all. Good luck to you!
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