It’s the weekend! Finally! This has been an exhausting week work-wise, health-wise and personal-life-wise. I kinda absorbed Mr. W’s stress earlier in the week so since he didn’t sleep more than a few hours the first few nights, I didn’t, either. The coughing keeps me up anyway. I was so mentally exhausted at work yesterday that I forgot to charge two trial attorneys trial fees, but luckily they were really good about it when I called them and told them they each owe me $450 big ones.

Aside from the Tuesday I worked through lunch and couldn’t hit the gym, I’ve been hitting it hard at the gym. The strength-training program I’ve put myself and my gym trainee on is working. She’s moving some major weights around, and on body parts like hamstrings, she’s stronger than me. The new thing in this routine that I’m not used to doing is bench pressing, cuz to me it’s a stupid guy competitive thing. I just do my other chest machines. But now that we are benching, I find myself trying to remember what an impressive barbell weight is. If a guy can bench his own body weight, that’s a big deal, is that it? I don’t think there’s any way I can bench MY body weight, but I do barbell reps of 10 with 60-70 lbs. When guys say they bench their own body weight, that doesn’t mean they do reps with it, right? They just have to push it up once?

4 more days until I’m not “allowed” to work out anymore for 6 weeks. You know something REALLY concerns you when you dream about it. Earlier in the week, I had a nightmare that some doctors looked at a chest x-ray/MRI of mine and saw a strange spot in my left shoulder area, and then told me that it was a problem that they’ll have to fix, but that doing so would add another 12 weeks of no-exercise recuperation time. I panicked in that dream. I wasn’t even concerned about what could be wrong with me or about the procedure, I was scared to get fat.

Just thinking about toting around excessive fat makes me sad and tired. I want to go home and sleep. But Mr. W’s parents drove down from Vegas today to see us so I need to go over tonite. They’re so nice — they’re visiting because we’re unable to join them for the big family Christmas this year. Christmas falls on a Tuesday this year, which means we’re working the day before and the rest of the week after. Same with New Year’s. Suck-olas, man.