Would someone please purchase a walker for me? After my bout with the squat bar the other day, I seem to have lost the proper use of my legs. I now hobble from point A to point B rather than sashay. It's not funny! You should see me trying to get across a parking lot. A turtle would have moved quicker than I was this afternoon when I needed to go to Barnes and Noble to get a gift for a friend and purchase a hairstyle magazine and a GRE study guide (I bought the Barron's one; I hope it was the right one. They have about umpteen jillion of them. Okay, slight exaggeration. Maybe just a million.).

I took the day off from the gym today. I was supposed to train arms and do cardio. It takes me five years to get down the stairs from my second-floor apartment. Do you really think I'm going to manage to get onto the treadmill and put one foot in front of the other without falling flat on my face and causing even more pain and embarrassment to my already sore body? You've got to be joking. I'm trying to figure out if there's a part of me that isn't sore. My pinky toe, maybe? My earlobe, possibly?

And I had a small cheat meal tonight. It wasn't very satisfying. I'll try again tomorrow while watching the fireworks. After all, if you can't get it right the first time, try, try again...right? Somehow, I don't think that statement was geared towards eating cheat meals, but it works for me! My body and mind just needed a bit of a break this weekend, so I've decided to listen to my instincts and take the break and then bust my butt from Monday all the way into the shoot with Jon. I still see my six pack (forget seeing the quads right now...each quad is just one huge muscle that sways and bounces with every step, reminding me of the utter pain that exists to the core of my being) and the vein along my biceps and my delts are still striated and hamstrings tight, so I know that good, hard work for the next two weeks will bring in a conditioned physique...not what you see on the stage, but something that I can wrap a bikini around and still feel comfortable. And then I'll bring myself in tighter for the New York shoots.

By the way, those caramel frappaccino's at Starbucks are scrumptious! I'm sure I misspelled frappaccino, so this will be one of the few chances you'll get at correcting me. Better grab it quickly! Lol!! :)

Have a wonderful Fourth of July if you're celebrating American independence. If you're not...well, find a way to make some fireworks in your life and light up your future. My mind is racing a million miles a minute as to how I can light up my future. That GRE book I bought today? That's just one step to a big bang! :)

Jodi