Saturday, December 19, 2009
I decided the best way to exorcise Maimy was to exercise the heck out of her. We went back to Tae Bo, but not in the morning. Maimy feels sluggish without 6 square meals and a few Cokes to really ground her. So one evening we donned some terribly ugly workout clothes to match our ugly mood and red rimmed eyes. As I made full body contact with a public floor, 45 minutes into one form of Hell on Earth, with Lady Gaga belting out Poker Face.........I realized that for that short time Maimy had fled AND that it was distinctly possible I didn't comprehend the full spectral meaning of Poker Face. Maimy couldn't take the cramp in my firm, firm gluteus, the heart rate above 65 beats, or the sweat between my boobs. Even though hours before I had been feeling at my weakest in possibly years.........I KNEW I could beat that little hussy if I really wanted to.