I think my sister hates me. She got 30 Day shred from Netflix, and then blogged about it, basically taunting me saying I was too fat to do it, so I had to take the challenge and do it too, and now I can't even form a coherent paragraph because I am all dizzy from forcing my gigantic ass to jumping jack, plus it doesn't really matter anyway because typing is. too. hard. (Okay, so none of that is actually true, other than she got the DVD and blogged about how she was doing it. Oh, and the me near death part, that is true too.)
Also, why did you make my Dad's birthday and my husband's birthday so close together...and maybe more important, why did you make it so celebrating living one extra year means we drink and eat to the point that we seriously must be trying not to make it to the next year?
And then, why did you let me think that I owed it back to you to work out extra hard this morning to make up for said birthday celebrations? I did my first Week 3 workout for Couch to 5K even before I did the Jillian pyscho torture DVD. I ended up throwing up a little in my mouth which prompted more in my neighbor's yard. It was just water, and we have kind of been in a drought, so really, I did them a favor, and they really need to quit looking at me that way. I bet their daffodils are spectacular this year.
But really, Universe, I just really wanted to ask you about the bizarre time vortex when I am working out in that 3 minutes is more like 457 hours, but when I am watching television trying to delay having to take a shower 3 minutes is more like 22 seconds...but I just don't have the energy, so nevermind.
P.S. I gained 2.4 lbs for this week's weigh-in, so I am back to an A+ on my fat test (96.79%), but I did lose a percentage of fat.