I forced myself out of bed today to go shopping with my Mom and wound up blowing almost $60. I bought two workout DVD's and a Yoga kit.

I tried one of my DVD's and it kicked my butt. This DVD here –> The Biggest Loser Workout: Cardio Max…really goes, goes, goes. The problem is that the first 6 or 7 minutes really hurts my knees. I am pretty sure that I injured at least one of them, the right one, a few years back and it still bugs me when I try to work out if I'm not careful. I never got it checked because I know my Dad would get involved and wouldn't let me make my own decisions. Hell, he still tells my Mom what to do like she's some stupid little kid. Like hell I'm letting him tell me what to do about my damn knees.

Anyways, I only did like 10 minutes of it before I had to stop. I'm sore and have a headache but I'm going to keep trying.

I'd like to try the Yoga kit I got but unwrapping my mat here would mean attracting every cat hair in the house, I know it. My Dad brilliantly decided a few years ago – without my Mother's input because why should a wife ever have a say in anything when all women are stupid? – to replace our carpet with a wood floor.

Personally, I think he should be kicked for that one because it's so dirty. You have to vaccuum/sweep basically every day or it's gross. The carpet, as blech as this may sound, held the dirt down inside it until you vaccuumed so it wasn't getting up on the couch or in bed with you via sticking to your feet. My Dad thinks that you should just sweep every day. Keep in mind that my Dad doesn't clean and I think he knows it's more work for my Mom. She sometimes says, "I think he's trying to kill me." And that sounds about right. He makes things hard on people for his own enjoyment.

Anyways, Mom is trying to lose weight, too, but she's doing it the wrong way. She's barely taking in 1000 calories a day, if even that. She won't listen to me and she's so against a lot of stuff that I don't see how she intends to do this. She won't walk by herself, she only goes if I go and I'm leaving at the end of the summer anyways. She doesn't want anyone weighing or measuring her…I don't like it either but hey, whatever, I'm over it.

Oh well, I dunno. I can't make her do anything so we'll see how it goes.