I can't feel my legs...

My thighs are painful to the touch. When I bend, I feel like I'm 75.

Guess I'm more out of shape that I figured.

I'm still trying to figure out why the trainer tried to kill me.

Tonight, I plan on hitting the wall for a little one-on-one tennis action. Maybe my little homie will be up to going with me. We'll see.

I told myself I was going to lose 10 pounds last month.

I lost nine.

This month, I'm going to follow a strict regimen and attempt -- gasp -- 15.

I say that like I've not lost that much in any of the months I've been on the whole weight loss kick. I did it in January, February and (almost) in May. But with Ribfest just 10 weeks away, I've got to step my game up.

(Side note: Who really plans weight loss around a rib festival?)