2 More Days

When I went in at o'dark hundred for my beating this morning. Miss Brenda informs me that now we are doing our weigh-in and measurements on Friday morning because the other contestant has to go out of town and won't be available on Saturday. "Back this crazy train up for just a sec." I say. "I need all the extra days I can get and I'm not going out of town so why do I need to do my weigh-in on Friday?" She gives me some lame statement about having to get it into the paper and since the photographer is coming in for the other contestants pics on Friday then I just need to do mine then too. Ugh! Ugh is all I have to say. And I now want to cry and scream, "it's not fair, it's just not fair - and stomp my feet. (I wonder if that will work?)
This is now going to screw up my Friday night plans where I was going to take up permanent residence on my treadmill for at least 6 hours before our Saturday weigh-in. I think she just likes her better. So, I told her that if the day ever arises I hope she is just as accomodating to me as she is to the other biggest loser. (That will show her) Plus, I think I remember reading something in our contract about not going out of town during this contest. I think I will bring this up tomorrow during my beating. But for now, I really have to step up the fighting of the fat -- I only have until Friday. BOO!