...for help, that is. Having hit an all time low (or high, as the case happens to be...not surprising after Disneyland grub)...boot camp begins...today. Yup. Weighed, measured. Desperate times, desperate measures. Actually, I am SUPER excited. I'm excited to be fit again. I've gotten lazy this year. Too many soccer games and not enough running up and down the field and too much running to the snack bar! It's about to change. The gal in charge mentioned that we probably won't be able to sit down on the toilet by the end of the week becuz we'll be too sore to get there. (That should be pretty?!) But it's a physical pain I'm inviting at this point. I have a closet of clothes beckoning to me...wear me, please! Not the shopping mall, my closet! I can't wait to get reacquainted with some of my cute clothes and slimmer jeans. I believe I get re-measured in 3 weeks. We shall see. Maybe it's every week? I can't remember. But it's time to take the bull by the horns...and not eat it.
Another new year...another resolution. I'll keep you posted. It's my way of publicly hanging myself out to dry. A little humiliation goes a long way in my book!
Happy New Year!
2 comments:
Good luck with that. I'll enjoy hearing about while I burn extra calories, um, reading on the couch! BTW...we were playing games with friends over last night and had a good laugh at you leaving your message. The machine was turned up full volume for some reason and they were laughing..."boot camp...desperate...beef..." :)
i'm exhausted just reading this. and i think you are crazy. and i admire that. stick with it (if you can!). i too am in too much pain to make to the bathroom, or anywhere else for that matter. but that's for a whole different reason! :)
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