Train Me

Dear Diary,

I want to try and exercise more, now that bathing suit season is upon me. Also, my drivers license says I weigh nearly 15 pounds less than I do. It was, at one time, accurate. In fact, it was accurate for over 10 years. But then I got married and fat, and now I'm just a liar.

Anyway, back to the exercising. I'm not an athlete, so I'll have to do it my own way. But apparently walking very briskly for eight blocks doesn't count if you're walking to buy cigarettes. Neither does racing the BHE down the stairs to beat him to the leftover Indian food. The jury's still out on jogging to the neighborhood bar. Would it count if I ordered red wine instead of beer? I think I need a personal trainer.

Love, Fluffy