Stitch in time and my leg

with the family history of skin cancer, i thought it prudent to have this little cyst thingy on my leg removed. especially after the mutha's xmas-time observation: "that looks angry." no muss, no fuss, and it was out -- three stitches in its place. and a warning from my adorable dermatologist, dr.howard: no cardio for two weeks. so last week, i was just like, 'fuck it.' i gave up on the gym altogether and ate crap. monday, back at the gym to lift weights, rapidfire, i was dismayed by my skyrocketing weight. by today, friday, i've managed to shave off four of the gained pounds. but damn, this aging shit is no fun. my biggest indulgence this week has been a banana nut muffin this morning. but the bananas were rotting! i had to cook something with them! and now I head into the weekend, starting with big morroccan dinner tonight. oy. tho i cannot do cardio at the gym, dr.howard says i can walk all i want. so maybe a long long long walk will take the edge off? or a quick trip to thailand for emergency liposuction? damn my body type! at least, in my pettiness, i'm gratified when i see you hot-torso bitches trying to work those chicken legs into something. you suffer the inverse of my hot calves/fat torso curse. but you get the last laugh, as the aformentioned stitches were sewn into one of those pretty calf muscles, leaving me with this little pucker scar. you win.