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

have you ever?

So I have this dilemma. A certain high profile G.A. who happens to be in our ward had both his knees replaced last week. So, as I drove by his house yesterday the thought occured to me, "I should take him cookies. After all, we are neighbors and I make wicked awesome cookies." Well, I didn't actually think "wicked awesome" (that was just for Erin), but they are wickedly delicious and wicked for me as I have to weigh in at W.W. tomorrow morning. And as a side note, I want to read the book Wicked that Dave bought for me for Christmas. But before I can bring myself to read it, I need to read the EIGHT books that were loaned to me by various people. I don't know what it is, but people just give me books to read without my asking for them! The hardest part is that because I didn't pick them out, they are really hard to start and they generally don't catch me right away. So they sit and collect dust on my bookshelf and I feel extrememly guilty.

I digress. The dilemma is that I am EXTREMELY intimidated to actually take the cookies to this certain person. I mean, I don't know if I would be able to even knock on his door, and I can't leave cookies on his step because who would eat strange cookies left on your doorstep, especially if you were high profile? And now I can't figure out if this was a prompting (because who doesn't need cookies while recovering from surgery) or just my mind playing tricks on me. Have you ever had this happen to you? I am frozen, for the moment.

But the butter is already soft, so I have to at least make the dough.