Today the workout of the day at the gym was max pullups and max pushups and then 3 minutes of rest. Then we did it again. And again. We did this once before but we had FIVE rounds of this. It only takes about two rounds for my forearms to start hurting. Unfortunately, I wore a t-shirt that I knew was unsuitable for pushups. You see, I’m a big sweater and the t-shirt I wore flops over my mouth when I do pushups. It’s hard to breathe through wet cotton.

So I had to take off my shirt in the middle of the workout and boy did I get comments about how pale I am. Well, I got comments after everyone quit laughing. I carefully maintain this pallor to blind my enemies. Dana the Trainer was laughing so hard she couldn’t do her pushups. She also suggested that I use some of her son’s press-on tattoos next time I pull this sort of stunt. That and a can of ManTan spray-on tan.

My mom left for Japan today and she’ll be gone for three weeks. That means I get to try my dietary experiment with “The Zone”. At least I’ll try it after I figure out what I’m supposed to be doing and after I finish the carnitas that were leftover from the gym party. Nothing better than pork. Unless it’s pork and bacon.