Day Two

On the last day of 2009, I disciplined myself to write, write and then write some more, until 5 p.m. - when I would go to the gym and release tension. Luck wasn't on my side, though.

It was closed.

I traveled to my sister's and said I was going to Wii for an hour (Wii is now a verb). I ran in place, but the machine said I was uneven and lopsided (it told me I was likely to die of obesity and blindness before the night was over). I updated my Wii profile twice (clearly it was malfunctioning), and in a matter of one minute, I gained a pound and a half (it must of been the smell of Mike's pot pie and Dylan's fish sticks). I was given the health age of 53 and the news my posture, balance, girth and coordination were geriatric for my age and I should be concerned. According to the Wii machine I'm pathetic.

I repeat a link to my first post in 2008: Resolution. I stick by my 2008 statement and say to the Wii, "I don't know what I ever did to you to deserve your harsh judgment. I wish you stability, trust and use in 2010. Although you pushed bad karma onto me, I appreciate you. I love whacking dem Rabbids while they do their business in open stalls."

In the meantime, I'm going to the gym. (This just in. I got to the gym yesterday and it closed early. I only could run for 20 minutes. Sigh)