That number doesn't look right.

I had to brave the DMV this morning to renew my plates and thought as long as I was there, I might as well get a new driver's license with the correct address on it.

The "weight" box reads like some Enron accounting books.

I'm going to tell Becca that I want to weigh what my driver's license says.

The scale at Big Iron Gym is being very good to me since I started working with Becca. It is showing a loss of 12 pounds. I know some of it is water and all that, but I'll take it.
Friday we did legs and my legs were worthless from that point until Sunday evening. Saturday I loaded all of my laundry up and took it to the laundry mat because there was no way in hell I was going up and down 2 flights of stairs half a dozen times. Even driving wasn't much of a picnic, my car is a stick. I told Becca all of this because I knew she would be amused. She really wasn't amused, though. I think _thrilled_ is a better way to put it. Honestly, I'm pretty thrilled myself.

Thursday I will go and fill out the required paperwork to freeze my account at Gold's gym.