I survived the first week. Today, every body part aches. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. But I am so relieved to know that I have the day off tomorrow and don't have to see all-business Brenda until Monday at 5 am. We are not allowed to weigh ourselves but once a month unless Brenda weighs us at the gym. Well, when I'm doing all the right things like eating right and working out like a maniac; I love to weigh myself. I like seeing the numbers go down although I can be a head case about it and I do know I can be slightly neurotic about it. Since, G-Pat knows this about me he took it upon himself to hide the scale. I can't find it anywhere. But today, I went to my neighbor's house and used hers. (I'm resourceful, ok?) Down 7 lbs in one week. Yes, I know it's all water weight but pounds lost is pounds lost, I always say - I don't care what form they come in. So see, I can weigh myself and not be neurotic. All that does for me is make me want to keep on fighting the fat.
I need a nap.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Biggest Loser - Thursday/Friday
I anticipated going to the gym all day. Thursdays are the day that I work out at night. So, thinking about it all day was torturous. I like being there in the morning, getting it over with and having the rest of the day trying to muster up what little energy I have to focus on all the things I need to get done. (which by the way, has not been happening lately)
She had us do 100 jumping jacks and after I really had to go to the bathroom. Well, all-business Brenda got a little ticked at me and said "we don't have time for bathroom breaks here. You should have taken care of that before you got here." I said, "I did take care of it beforehand but all that jumping makes jack have to pee." So, she says, "then you are just going to have to get you some adult diapers." This is what I mean when I say ALL-BUSINESS BRENDA.
On Friday morning, I was running on the treadmill and my new workout pants were way too big and kept falling down. I mean falling down so much that they were hanging down around my lower butt cheeks. So, I kept adjusting, trying to hold them up while I ran but nothing was working. I paused on my treadmill and tried to roll them up around the waist and Miss Brenda noticed and said, "what's wrong - are your pants falling down?" I said, "yes, I can't keep them up." Miss Brenda replies, "well that's nice but keep running and I don't care if you have to just run in your panties but you need to just keep moving." Ya'll might be thinking that I just took my pants off and ran in just my panties but no I could not because then I be the Firestarter again and that just won't work. But if I ever get to the day where my thighs don't rub together then I guarantee I would happily run in panties. But until then I just have to keep fighting the fat.
She had us do 100 jumping jacks and after I really had to go to the bathroom. Well, all-business Brenda got a little ticked at me and said "we don't have time for bathroom breaks here. You should have taken care of that before you got here." I said, "I did take care of it beforehand but all that jumping makes jack have to pee." So, she says, "then you are just going to have to get you some adult diapers." This is what I mean when I say ALL-BUSINESS BRENDA.
On Friday morning, I was running on the treadmill and my new workout pants were way too big and kept falling down. I mean falling down so much that they were hanging down around my lower butt cheeks. So, I kept adjusting, trying to hold them up while I ran but nothing was working. I paused on my treadmill and tried to roll them up around the waist and Miss Brenda noticed and said, "what's wrong - are your pants falling down?" I said, "yes, I can't keep them up." Miss Brenda replies, "well that's nice but keep running and I don't care if you have to just run in your panties but you need to just keep moving." Ya'll might be thinking that I just took my pants off and ran in just my panties but no I could not because then I be the Firestarter again and that just won't work. But if I ever get to the day where my thighs don't rub together then I guarantee I would happily run in panties. But until then I just have to keep fighting the fat.
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