One session of hell over, only 11 more to go. Met my trainer Tom last night. My legs are so weak & heavy this morning I could barely lift my feet off the ground to put my underwear on. In half an hour, I'm supposed to walk 5 blocks to a meeting, uphill. There are normally escalators for the worst part of it, but one of them was broken yesterday. I sure hope it's working now. Can't wait for arms on Wednesday! Funny thing, Tom's wife is a real estate agent in the area where I'm looking to buy. Maybe Karma is rewarding me for getting off my lazy ass by helping me find a house.

Didn't get a chance to post on Sunday after Kristy's birthday lunch -- couldn't get the keyboard to stop spinning long enough. 12 or so girls started out at noon for lunch and "shopping." Well, it turns out that "shopping" is code for "drinking." After lunch we started a pub crawl at the dive bar across the street from the restaurant. When 6 rolled around we were still in the same spot. Oh well, not much of a crawl but the drinking was extremely successful.