John's Weigh-In June 22: 252

I finally unpacked the scale, and so won't no bitter, fat quitters bitch that this isn't about weight-loss anymore, there it is: 252. After about 2 months of relative sloth, I've put on four pounds since the last official weigh-in.

Of course, last week I started taking Core Fitness at West Valley College, which is 90 minutes +, four days a week. Last week I went to the Monday and Wednesday classes; I'm taking it with Ashley, and we had to trade off watching Lily.

So this weight was from this morning, just before class. I was probably fatter than that, but whatever. This core fitness is no joke, either. I wrote last week about how it reminds me of jock days, but after today I can only say that I wish I had taken something like this back then. After three classes, my posture has improved. I don't have any more lower back pain, because now I notice that it hurts when I slouch, so I straighten up.

In other news, I think my daughter might be a terrorist. After I picked her up from preschool, we went swimming. She kept saying, "Okay, here's the red button. If they don't give us what we want, I'll push it!"

"What will happen when you push the button?" I asked.

"No, it's a RED button!"

"Sorry. What happens when you push the red button?"

"The ballcano shoots hot lava on them."

"The volcano? Who does it shoot hot lava at?"

"The ballcano. On the people who don't give us what we want."

"Well, what do we want?"

"We want flowers," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.