Biggest Loser 7-26-10

The alarm clock rang at 4:50 am and I rolled out of bed to go meet all-business Brenda. I won't bore you with all the exercises I did but let me just say that my new black, biggest loser t-shirt (courtesy of Miss Brenda) was drenched. Seriously, I rang it out. Towards the end of my 2 hour workout this morning, all-business-Brenda said, "aren't you tired yet, Kelli? I said, "Are you kiddin'? Don't I look tired?" She replied, "actually, no you don't you look like you could go all day." I said, "that's just my bulldog on a bone determination." All I was thinking, was man, do I have her fooled. Then she had me do 800 crunches. Yes, that's right, I said 800. My abs are still on fire - 3 hours later. I hope I can get out of bed tomorrow. But today, I will fight my fat.

Biggest Loser - Saturday 7-24-10

I had to go meet with Brenda on Saturday morning for my official 1st workout and pictures that will be sent to the paper. She told me beforehand to wear black running shorts and black sports bra. Well, you may not know this but it is tough to find plus size running shorts. Most plus-size women do not run hence there is no need for these type of running shorts. But I found some online and paid extra shipping to make sure I had because I wanted to show her I was prepared. But when I received my package in the mail I received a 40 G bra instead of the black running shorts I ordered. A 40 G bra does not help me in this situation - I'm pretty sure I couldn't have fit my big ass cheeks into the cups of a 40 G bra. Not to mention how uncomfortable it would be with the snaps right at my hoo-hoo. So off to good 'ol Wal-mart I go to find something I can squeeze into. Well, they had some of these shorts there but they were a little too much like daisy dukes so I bought some slightly longer bike shorts to wear underneath. So when I got to the gym for my workout, Brenda says, "You're funny Kelli, why do have all that on?" I said, "Well you told me that we'd be working out today and I figured you were going to have me on the treadmill and I knew that if I didn't have on something underneath these daisy dukes there would be so much friction between my thighs that I'm liable to start a fire in here." This, my friends, is why I have to fight the fat.

The Biggest Loser

About a month ago my dear friend April was visiting over Father's Day weekend. I told her that I found an article in the paper for a local contest for the Biggest Loser and that I was going to try out. I downloaded the application, wrote my essay where I was trying to sound sweet but funny so I would get chosen. I wrote of my determination and how when I set my mind to something I'm like a "bulldog on a bone." For me, it's just how to get to that place of determination and staying there. Then, April took some God awful pictures of me in nothing but a sports bra and shorts. I'm pretty sure I vomited in my mouth when I saw these pictures as I'm sure April did too. But I mailed it all in and surprise, surprise but I got picked to be a contestant. I get 4 months of personal training and nutritional advice and I work out with Brenda (my trainer-picture Jillian on Biggest Loser but with blonde hair, bigger boobs but same type of rockin' body) 5 days a week for 2-3 hrs per day. The winner (whoever loses the most inches) wins 2 extra months of training for free. Did I mention that all of this is going to be in the local newspaper and possibly have to do some tv interviews. Yes, that's right these God forsaken pictures will be in the paper for everyone to see with my weight and all my inches. Trust me, I have alot of inches. But I don't know anyone here anyway and I don't think that when people do meet me they think..."Gosh, Kelli - really you weigh 235lbs? I am shocked I truly thought you must be a size 4." That I can tell you does NOT happen. So, for today I am going to keep on fighting my fat.