Friday night I physically attacked my bathroom scale when it showed that I had gained 7 pounds since the beginning of my fast food fast. Despite the fast I have been rebelling against exercise and eating healthy. Tortilla and salsa combos have become a daily snack. I swear they are the best junk food invention ever. They taste just like chips and salsa but you can eat them in bed.

Really I have been pretty lucky. I have always had a superfast metabolism that has allowed me to eat like a seven hundred pound man. The fact that I am built like a linebacker makes me feel a lot more confident about carrying an extra 10 or 50 pounds. So once again this year I’ve been playing chicken with bathing suit season and it seems my metabolism has turned on me. I still refuse to go to the gym. I will not cut into the beer budget.

So yesterday I decided to go on a run. I thought about running in my neighborhood but decided I wanted a cigarette first. So my dog, Junebug Jones, and I drove to the park. My goal was to run at least twenty minutes. I figured I would have to walk five and then run five since it’s been a while. Yesterday afternoon was hot and muggy but I was determined. I walked my five then started to run. Exactly one minute, forty six seconds later I went down. I’m not sure whether I blacked out or my dog tripped me or a little of both. Luckily I came to just as I was hitting the ground and was able to avoid any serious injuries.

Today I’ll try my pilates video.