Day Almost Over

It's 7:38 p.m. om Monday -- the day is almost over and I can start over tomorrow. That is, if I can move tomorrow. I worked out with a trainer tonight and my arms are already sore and fatigued. That's good, right?

I've committed to losing an undisclosed amount of weight by Sept. 30. I won't disclose the amount of weight, because frankly, it's none of your business. But, I am committed to losing it and my trainer, I do believe, is also committed because she's beating the shit out of me three times a week.