an apology to my body

Dear Body,

I am sincerely sorry that I put you through that spinning class last night. I realize that you haven't had that hard of a workout since Gwen was born. However, it was for the best. I think I am more sorry for not having worked you that hard in such a long, long time. I also realize that I need to take better care of you and that the extra pounds you have been carrying around these past few years are even worse than the spinning class from last night. Yes, even worse.

So if you will cooperate with me, I believe it is in our best interest that we continue attending these classes. If we do so, I see a bright future ahead of us. And believe me when I say that I will feel the pain when you do.

You know I love you.

h o ll y

the nerd is strong in this one

I'm a nerd.

I don't mean that I'm a "a stupid, irritating, ineffectual, or unattractive person" (thank you, dictionary.com)—although, I suppose whether or not that definition fits me is debatable. I mean that I, at times, can be a bit of "an intelligent but single-minded person obsessed with a nonsocial hobby or pursuit" (thanks again, d.c).

See? I just called a website by a nickname! A nickname that I made up for it! NERDY.

(It's pronounced "dee dot cee" by the way.)

Yikes. That was even nerdier. I just gave instruction on the correct pronunciation of a nickname I made up for website. A reference website! Let's just move on...

My nonsocial hobbies are numerous and embarassing. I get excited about movies based on toys and comic books. I read comic books. I (mis)quote Star Wars. I watch Gilmore Girls. I have theories about Lost. I listen to podcasts about internet security. I listen to podcasts, full stop. I play addictive online games involving bricks and sleds. I write long-winded blog posts full of links and sentences ending with phrases like "full stop."

These are nerdy things.

Or are they?

Now that I've written all this out and had a chance to look it over, my evidence of nerdity doesn't stand up too well. Nonsocial? Check. Single-minded and intelligent? Not so much.

Hmm. Maybe I'll go back to the first definition.

P.S. Here's one last link: I'm not sure what to do with this.

P.P.S. Forget what I said about watching Gilmore Girls.