Blame my fat transplant

I was just at Pilates, working really hard on my "core", and then I realized that my core is gonna get knifed.  Of course, I already knew that, but it hit me today when I was doing something quite difficult, and I realized that it's taken me 18 months of twice-a-week Pilates to get my body to this point.  And now it's all gonna go to hell.

I was mad.  Seriously mad.  Still am.  Probably still will be for a while.

I read about this guy on Twitter that is inviting people to blame anything in their life on his cancer.  It's called "Blame Drew's Cancer", and here's the description from his website:

On May 20th, 2009, Drew Olanoff was diagnosed with cancer.
Ever since that day, Drew has blamed everything on his cancer. Losing his keys, misplacing his wallet, Twitter being slow, the Phillies losing, etc.
Why? Because you have to beat up on Cancer to win… and you can help out.
Blame Drew's Cancer for anything you want by tweeting with the hashtag #BlameDrewsCancer and it'll come here. When Drew beats Cancer we hope to have sponsors that will donate a dollar for every participant to our partner, LIVESTRONG.

I'm stealing Drew's idea.  No, I'm not going to put it on Twitter, and I don't have a charity, but I do encourage you to "Blame Avery's Fat Transplant" for whatever you'd like.

Come on, try it... it's fun.  Hate your boss?  Blame Avery's Fat Transplant!  Can't lose that extra 10 pounds?  Blame Avery's Fat Transplant!  Wish you could take a holiday, but you can't afford it?  Blame Avery's Fat Transplant!

Today, I'm blaming my fat transplant for losing my Pilates progress.  I'm also blaming my fat transplant for being behind on one of my client's projects.  And, on Ian's behalf, I'm blaming my fat transplant for the Bills losing their football game last night.

See, it's fun!