Too damn cold

HP03 is back, sort of. She is in the hinterland frezzing her ass off. Well, again, sort of. If only it were that easy, especially because 03 weighed herself the other day and is officially a full 17 lbs over where she thinks she's like to be and a full 12 over where she has EVER GONE BEFORE. Seriously, what is 03 supposed to do? Stop taking chips at lunch? Stop supplementing chips, snadwich and *diet* soda with whoopie pies? Ugh. Such work.

...So she's started running. Sort of. She ran outside on Sunday afternoon and Monday morning after her now infamous 7am conference call. The Monday run was in 24 degree weather and 03's lungs were feeling it. But since Tuesday it has been at least -18 outside and she dare not go. So... 03 has hit the treadmill at her local YMCA ($39 per month, single adult membership --less is more when it comes to gym costs since she never goes). HP03 loathes treadmills. Weds night's 3 miles took 03 8:30 each and she was feeling it. Yes, she is out of shape. But more importanly, she is too easily distracted. Stock tickers on CNBC. NCAA tourney games on ESPN. Fat guy on eliptical. Frat guy throwing free weights. Chubby chic in spandex and jewlery. It goes on and on.

HP03 longs for 30degree weather of DC and child's playtime of old, not this new fangled crap.