A Sore Spot

This morning I woke up sore. Very. Sore.

Racquetball last night was pretty intense and I think I went a little overboard. My right shoulder is killing me today. I have taken some Tylenol hoping it will help.

I always like that soreness you feel the day after some good exercise. It is confirmation that you made your body work and that is a good thing but this seems more like pain as opposed to soreness.

This morning I woke up in pain. That describes it better.

I am really looking forward / not looking forward to weigh in tomorrow. There is a part of me that says, “George you did really good this week. You are still a chunky ninja but you are on your way to slim ninja soon.” The other part of me says, “hey lard ass, you still had a couple of dinners that you didn’t count the points for so you know you effed it up. I hope you kept those sweat pants since that is all you can fit in, Chubinja!”

Yikes, I hate it when that part of me speaks up.

I will leave it to the scale to decide.

Until tomorrow my friends. I promise (as always) to let you know how much I lose or gain.

Lose. I meant just LOSE!