I signed up for 8 personal training sessions at my gym. I will not waste the money. Or if I do waste the money - I will mentally and physically beat myself up about it and therefore expend calories and get some exercise (the physical beating part) and lose weight, And if I beat myself up about while eating directly out of the fridge (open - bend - unwrap- bend oooh feel the burn) the fat will really start melting away. Either way, it looks like it's a win-win for me.
I also signed up to participate in the gym's 12 challenge which is where the abject humiliation part comes in. Next Monday they are going to weigh me (got crane?) ) , take measurements of all my parts (got lots of time?) and here is the kicker >>photograph me in a bathing suit (got 20's style flapper suit?) The winner of the 12 week challenge is the person who shows the most improvement, not necessarily the most weight loss. I think I am supposed to say that it's okay to gain muscle weight - but quite frankly - it isn't.
So I went to the gym for my first training session with the 'boss'. He worked me to the point of actual sweating and genuine hurting. Sadistic bastard. I used muscles I didn't know I had. I pulled a face muscle I contorted so hard. In fact, even my finger muscles hurt...so much so that even stretching my pinky muscle to hit the *shift* key hurts. So to that end - I will only type in lower case letters for the rest of this post. and no numbers either. ouch.. i also think i will be avoiding my trade mark parenthetical expressions where i think out loud sort of like the chorus of a greek tragedy... **i think e.e. cummings must have had a personal trainer too.
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in other news - i just want to thank Jen from Jen's Voices (and for you my dear, I will use the *shift* key and the parenthetical expressions because you deserve it!) for all the wonderful awards she has bestowed upon me. Most recently - she gave me the Feels Like Home award. Go read her. Jen just started blogging and already gets more commentors than I do. And the popular ones too. Her blog is full of snark, reality, humor, relatable flashbacks, and honesty. You rock Frog! My door is always open.