Ouch. I know I totally sound like ET right now.

I'm up. I've been up for quite awhile. That's because I went to bed at 10:30. Would you like to know why?

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Because this sadistic bitch's DVD came. Note her cruel tape measure. The tape measure that is clearly off by several inches.

In case you did not read the day I announced that I watched an infomercial at 1 in the morning and got right online and ordered $104 worth of workout DVDs even though I am unemployed, please note: I watched an infomercial at 1 in the morning and got right online and ordered $104 worth of workout DVDs even though I am unemployed.

That was several weeks ago, which just gave me ample time to get fatter, and finally this thing–this…THING–came yesterday. When my body still had parts that did not ache. When I could still walk upright. Back then, you could tell from the way I used my walk I'm a woman, man.

No time to talk.

Anyway, so the thing came and it has all this STUFF to read. There are instructions for how to do this workout (i.e., constantly) and what to eat (i.e., nothing you've ever heard of. Today I am going out to get parsnips. PARSNIPS! I don't even snow that that is. Is it like a parson who snips something? Nipples that have been parsed? I don't know. I'm going to find out. And eat it. Because I am effing starving).

First she has you do a "dance cardio" workout–which is basically jumping around like I have hot pokers and cobras on my floor–for half an hour. After you have done that, she actually suggests–ACTUALLY SUGGESTS–that if you are feeling energetic still, you can do the workout again.

I was ready to check myself into the ICU. DO IT AGAIN? Sister, Ima lie down with the cobras and pokers now.

THEN, I had to do ANOTHER half hour of muscle training, which involved me kicking my legs out like a dog at a fire hydrant for 30 minutes. You would not BELIEVE how long you do these leg kick things. You want to reach right through the screen and impale her with a fire hydrant.

This is why 10:30 looked like an excellent time to limp over to the sack last night. And when I woke up this morning at 7:00? NOTHING DID NOT HURT.

I realize that was an excellent sentence. And I have to do the thing OVER again TODAY. And you know I'm doing it. I paid $104 that I do not have, so I am using this thing till I die. Which could be 15 minutes into the DVD today.

I guess I could have stampeded right here and blogged immediately, but I was too sore.

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Instead I sat in my back room and had tea. Oh, right. That bitch Tracy Gold or whatever her name is is not  allowing me to have coffee. I can have all the tea I want.

Isn't Tracy Gold the actress who had the eating disorder? That was a lovely and sensitive joke on my part, then. "Just seven hours of working out daily! The Tracy Gold workout DVD!"

No wonder God is punishing me with my life.

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Then I read gardening catalogs (my porn) with Tallulah. Please note the ignored laundry behind her.

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After that, I organized my vanity. I mean, not my personal ability to be vain. If I could do that I'd never have spent $104 to be rendered crippled. I hate all of those mascaras. The only one I ever really liked was Illegal Lengths and they discontinued it. Please see above re God hating me. And yes, Joann, I have used the highfalutin' stuff, too. Chanel, Lancome, you name it. HATE IT.

Obviously I have high expectations of what I need my mascara to do.

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After that, I minced over here–it's my NECK that hurts the most, I assume from the 394858493 sit-ups. Oh, did I not mention we did sit-ups till an alien popped out my marsupial pouch? Anyway, I minced over here and organized all my pictures on my desktop.

Do you have any idea how many photos I take of my pets? I guess you do.

In a bit, I will go out and buy some delicious parsnips. I can hardly wait. Then I will come home and sweat to the Goldie. I have to stop calling her Tracy Gold.

I will write again when I am thin.

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

138 thoughts on “Ouch. I know I totally sound like ET right now.”

  1. I’m in favor of ignored laundry.

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  2. I’m in favor of ignored laundry.

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  3. I’m in favor of ignored laundry.

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  4. So sorry, Zadge. Praying that with treatment Harry will be fine. My heart breaks for you. I know how much our pets mean to us.

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  5. No no no!! I just read about Harry!See what happens when I am away from the blogs! Big hugs to Zadge and many prayers for Harry!! Get better big guy!

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  6. I really didn’t want to be the annoying one that says this but no one else did: if your neck is hurting from sit ups then you are doing them a bit wrong. Try touching your fingertips to your ears instead of putting them behind your neck so you are not yanking on it when you go up. Also look straight up at the ceiling, not forward as you do the crunch. As Jillian says, the neck is not invited to this party. Only saying because I care and having a pulled neck muscle is the worst.

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  7. First thing I noticed? Your adorable embroidered doily thingies. I love to embroider. I have embroidered pillow cases and a Christmas tree skirt that I am sure the young ones will trash as soon as I die. Also have embroidered doilies and a table cloth that my grandmother made.
    My brother-in-law tells me I am foolish. That a machine can do that in seconds. He doesn’t get it.

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  8. Harry is a good boy! I like parsnips, made a gratin with yukon golds for Xmas.
    I got a new recantagle-icle today. I giant cubicle. Like the Jeffersons..”Just moving on up to the big time…” Actually when I lived in NYC a co-worker lived in that building, the exterior shot… inside… nope not what Florence cleaned…and when I lived in LA a friend used to date the first Lionel.. I’m all Jefferson-ey…

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  9. Harry is a good boy! I like parsnips, made a gratin with yukon golds for Xmas.
    I got a new recantagle-icle today. I giant cubicle. Like the Jeffersons..”Just moving on up to the big time…” Actually when I lived in NYC a co-worker lived in that building, the exterior shot… inside… nope not what Florence cleaned…and when I lived in LA a friend used to date the first Lionel.. I’m all Jefferson-ey…

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  10. Harry is a good boy! I like parsnips, made a gratin with yukon golds for Xmas.
    I got a new recantagle-icle today. I giant cubicle. Like the Jeffersons..”Just moving on up to the big time…” Actually when I lived in NYC a co-worker lived in that building, the exterior shot… inside… nope not what Florence cleaned…and when I lived in LA a friend used to date the first Lionel.. I’m all Jefferson-ey…

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  11. June, are you okay? Between Day 2 of the Tracy Torture and the eating of the parsnips, we are worried.
    Just realized that we spring forward this Saturday night. Yay for DST!

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  12. Zadge- hoping Harry recovers and all is well soon…
    No comment on the exercise as I’m a total couch potato but the roasted parsnips sound yummy!
    Also love your vanity and doilies-or dresser scarves, as my mom called them. I still have the set my grandma embroidered-

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  13. Dad of Cosmo, Its moving on up to the EAST SIDE, not big time. Also, did you know Sherman Helmsley is gay? My friend David said they never like to admit that one is on their team.

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  14. I miss when you guys were all on 30 day shred. We all made a pact, I bought a States DVD (not out in the UK at that point) and had to do slightly illegal things to my laptop to use it and then you all QUIT.
    I have to say I love it though. I enjoy being 5ft tall with triceps.

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