I sweat, therefore...

If you've ever wondered, "Does May really work out or does she just make this shit up?" Well, here I am. This is how I kicked off Christmas Eve. I'd like to say that working out is having a marvelous impact on my body, but it's not. Still very much obese with very little change in weight. Here, in two pictures, the enormity of me working out today.

Single leg hamstring presses.

That is not a shadow on my arm. It's the bruise from my pneumonia vaccine. 

Ouch, this sucks

I had my annual physical a couple of days ago. Because of my history with respiratory infections, the doctor suggested I get a TDaP vaccination (Tetanus, Diphtheria, and Pertussis) and a pneumonia vaccination. Because I know that the vaccine has worn off in people over 40, there is currently a whooping cough epidemic in the western states, and my friend Jolie had it a couple of years ago, this seemed like a good idea to me. Well, that and I know how badly it sucks to have pneumonia. I don't want it again, as the last go around left me with asthma for life.

It has been about 57 hours since I got the vaccinations. That Pneumovax 23 is a real nasty bitch. Thank you, Merck Pharmaceutical. Here's a picture of my arm at the injection site. From all I've read online, this is well within the parameters of a "normal" reaction to the Pneumovax 23 vaccine. It hurts like hell, and it's actually making my right breast hurt. Um, ow.

I know it's the thought that counts, but was there really any thought involved by the 100-lb. person who just gave me a "gift" of a pound of Danish butter cookies?

Perhaps I just haven't been vocal enough regarding my struggles with my weight, body image, food journaling, and my efforts at the gym. These will be going straight to my husband's office.

When someone gives an overweight, dieting, fitness-focused friend a gift of butter cookies, it a nice gesture or a passive-aggressive one?