&#034The sovereign invigorator of the body is exercise, and of all the exercises, walking is best.&#034 -Thomas Jefferson

Well, I walked home, called a friend, then did some yoga. Then I ate some Chef Boyardee, probably negating the yoga, but at least I haven&#039t had any soda today. I was thinking about exercise and the shape of my body (which resembles a pear, in my opnion), and I realized that it&#039s going to be really hard to get into any shape that I&#039d find even remotely attractive let alone healthy. I mean, damn. I don&#039t know if it&#039s just despair or my own pessimism, but I just feel like I could spend my entire evening doing yoga or push-ups or sit-ups, and that I&#039ll never get anywhere. I feel so out of shape. It&#039s disturbing.

I guess I probably wouldn&#039t be sitting here pondering this as much as I am if Ian were here to distract me. It&#039s quiet without him. No music, no video games, no movies running… I could always turn these on, but I generally think about him and what he wants to listen to when I put movies and the like in, and he&#039s not here to ask what he wants to watch. It&#039s eerie. I was looking up comic strips on-line when I realized that it&#039s so quiet in here that I can hear the cat pee down the hall in the bathroom inside her enclosed litterbox. Besides being icky, that&#039s eerily quiet. I think I&#039m going to call my friend across the street and see if he minds if I go walking with him tonight for two reasons: one, I really need the exercise if I&#039m ever going to look like anything short of a tree trunk, and two, I could use the noise/company. I wonder if he&#039s left yet.

Posted: June 8, 2004 at a quarter after six at night.