my dad's back from china. i squealed with excitement today when i remembered that i could call and talk to him since he was back in the states. i was just talking to him again, cause i can't get enough of that guy. i told him that my house is so messy that if he came and saw it, he'd have a heart attack. i told him i'm ashamed of myself. he said i should be. he said i should be punished. i said that i am grounded to my house until its cleaned. starting now. and he said i need more punishment. like no dr peppers, but that won't work cause i've kinda already given that up. (like i used to give things up for lent, when all of my catholic friends were...) so i said make it something physical, cause that'll be a good punishment. cause i know the 30 crunches every night i'm forcing myself to do are killing me. he said now, i have to do 40. oh shoot. why did i let him decide my punishment? but apparently, i need to kick my something up - cause holly won the first week of biggest loser. game on! so for tonight's workout: house cleaning - thoroughly, treadie, and 40 crunches. glad you're home dad!