Saturday, July 16, 2011

Walking Wounded

Son of a billy goat!
I am sore from working out.

"Woe, dee-spair and agonyyyyy on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery..."
I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t know it would be this bad.
I can’t walk without moaning.  I can’t breathe without moaning.  I turn, and I gasp.
I would take drugs...but I really don’t think they’ll help.
I’m thinking about stopping any fluid or food intake because it hurts to just sit on the toilet.
And Tuesday, I’m going to do it all over again? At 5 a.m.? 
What in the H. E. Double L was I thinking??


  1. But . . . but . . . you told Friday to "bring it!" :-)) Friday had it out for you.

  2. Dang it, Kimber, you don't have to take me so literally!!! ROFL

  3. Why on earth are you dressed in that lovely sun yellow dress while working out? Don't you have a blue one?? LOL

  4. Girl- It's the weekend! Take some time and soak it! I'm beginning to feel like a lazy load next to you. ;)

  5. By Tuesday you'll have forgotten all about this--Right??!! I hope you've had a good and relaxing weekend!!

  6. Take a break from all that agony!! Do the HCG don't have to exercise!! Let HCG rid you of the lbs and inches then you will be ok to exercise...............just say'n

  7. In this humidity working out for me is going into the bedroom to change my clothes 10 times a day sk

  8. Since I'm late with this, I imagine you probably have fully recovered from your trauma. Here are some words of encouragement. I saw on the news the other day that there's this trainer who is promoting an exercise regime where you practically kill yourself one day per week, and use the rest of the week to recover and heal. Supposedly the 'victims' get good results from this ... I think it would be hell. Just sayin'


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