My Wii Fit Thinks I'm Fat

I know that pregnant women are supposed to gain weight...but someone really should tell my little-white-crap-face of a gaming system that.

Every time it calls me "overweight" or "unbalanced" I want to burst into tears. I plead with it: "I'm six and a half months pregnant!" I say...it does not understand. I don't even think it cares about my feelings at all. It hurts. It hurts almost as much as my husband constantly comparing me to Tina Fey's character on 30 rock. I get it. I like food. OK!

Ashley Scobey = Liz Lemon?



Blerg.

Nike Plus (A+)

Lance Armstrong keeps me going. I live for the moments when he whispers in my ear "Congratulations, you have just recorded a new personal best for the mile." He is in love with me, I can hear it in his voice. Do not tell my husband.

Nike plus gets my vote as the best new invention of the decade. Sure, hybrids are pretty cool...as are YouTube and the birth control patch...but none of these compare, in my heart, to the newfound ability to track your running mileage via a chip in your shoe.

If you're a runner and havent jumped on this bandwagon, you should...and then you should friend me on nikeplus.com and we can challenge each other!! (insert high, squeaky, excited voice here...competition enthuses me)

This weekend I finished my 50th mile and got a tiny, digital trophy. It may as well have been 50 feet tall and made of solid gold...I just love winning. Thank you, Nike Plus, for making each day a victory for the obsessive compulsive, cut-throat person in me.

Dear Yoga

Dear Yoga -

I know that I have been distant. It's not you, it's me. I was told that you would change me; change the way I looked at the world...and you did...for a while. I have gotten bored. I have been seeing other people (pilates, the gym, running).

Please do not take this the wrong way, but I am breaking up with you. There is someone else. Someone from my past who makes my adrenaline rush, heart race and makes me feel strong. What we have is never stagnant. It is not just 60 predictable minutes - three times a week...but a daily uphill (and sometimes downhill) battle to be better and go longer.

You are not inferior...you just aren't for me. My heart belongs to running.

Namaste-

Ashley