Nothing New under the Sun

For several posts now, I have misspelled sighting. I hate it when I do stuff like that. I know the difference, but for some reason it doesn't make it to the keypad. Anyway, again today, no "crush" sighting. I'm disappointed.

Today's aerobic workout was much less bruising than previous workouts. I think the instructor was tired. The workout didn't hurt or make me want to puke. It was OK. I enjoyed it. Exercise should be fun—not painful, right?

I'm still working on the diet. I just need to cut out the extras—I say as I scarf down some sunflower seeds. I'd like to get an appointment with a nutrition counselor. I'm doing the ole' emotional-eating thing again.

I wish I had some good news to report. But nothing new is going on.