The Weight of Anticipation

Haven’t exercised in nearly two weeks.  I’m seriously tipping the scales and I feel giant.  This gut was built from ice cream and baked goods and soda and driving my car all over the place.  I’m not overly concerned because I know I’ll get back into the swing of running and basketball soon (I bought a brand-new ball, in fact!), but it’s amazing how quickly one’s mind and body can change.  Just a coupla weeks ago I was talking about how I was powering through my runs, keeping the same pace throughout.

Maybe I needn’t worry about my weight, because this woman I’ve been seeing doesn’t seem concerned.  Still haven’t come up with a good name for her; “Lancaster” is really crappy and will never be uttered again.  One strange thing…I’ve told her more than once that I have this blog, yet she’s never asked me about it or where to find it.  And I know she gets on a web a fair amount.  I can understand a person being disinterested in blogging but it seems odd for her since she’s so fascinated by all of the other details in my life.   Maybe I should count my blessings over having a “private” area should we become a couple.  And maybe I shouldn’t get ahead of myself before we see each other this weekend.  She planned the last couple of dates and they were fantastic.  Now it’s up to me to think of something and, so far, the best I can come up with is Happy Donut.  Given how excited we seem about each other, she would probably go for that if I suggested it.  But it would reek from lack of effort, giving me two reasons to avoid the donut shop.