For the past three months, I've been trying to put a hex on this other Athena. She's wicked fast. Before and after every race, I point my pinky and index finger at her, and mumble under my breath "lose weight lose weight lose weight lose weight" hoping she won't qualify any more for the division. Not in a sickly Stephen King "Thinner" sort of way, but in a healthy way, that she's happy about. It's the nicest way I can think of to eliminate serious competition.In an add, Karmic way, I think it's backfiring. The scale this morning said 158. Another 9 pounds and I won't be in the division. And, it's only May and I've been L-A-Z-Y.
