yarf.

The three of us (mic, rebs and I) just had our first personal training session.

We are being trained by a cutie patootie 25 year old lesbian who thinks that Rebs and I are together. I didn't have enough air in my lungs or strength in my jaw to tell her otherwise...

I think I left a little bit of my soul in that training room.

I don't know what on earth I was thinking... that I was going to do a 5K in MARCH. bwwaaahahahaha.

I WILL do one. March is MORE than questionable. I don't think I know how out of shape I really am. I am good at dieting... I know how to eat correctly. I have been "working out" but lord almighty, I didn't REALLY work out until tonight.

I got through the session .... barely... and I almost tossed my cookies in a wastepaper basket in front of Lesbo Trainer. I about died. I had EVERYTHING going through my head.. what if I ran with the basket into the aerobics room......hit the elevator button and run onto it with the trash.... die and it just be over..... throw up in my mouth and swallow it....

Instead we left.

I ate an apple when we got home, and I felt much better.

Now I am going to cross my fingers that I can walk tomorrow.

.... annddd of COURSE I have facebooked Lesbo Trainer. duh.

W1D1 (check) (uuhh sorta)

W1D1 is slang in the Couch25K program for Week One Day One...

Okay-- I am going to be honest here...

It wasn't cute.


Tomorrow will be better.

I laugh.. I laugh...

It is so funny to me that people (including Rebecca and Mic) are completely boggled by my swoon list addition.....

Why I am Team Jo:

1. She is organized.

2. She is great with kids.

3. She looks sassy in glasses

4. She has a sexy British accent

5. She has a driver.

6. She is really good at bossing people around

7. She isn't skinny

8. She makes me go rararrrarararrrrr..

that's all.

Back to watching the packers kick some Arizona ass.

And by watching, I mean sitting here with the laptop inserting comments about plays, hoping I am getting them correct as it turns my gal on when she thinks I know what is going on in sports games.

So far, by the amount of times she has leaned over to kiss me, I think I am doing alright!

OH! Before that, we are starting our biggest loser tomorrow. Mic and I decided that we would splurge this weekend and eat whatever we really feel like... kind of a fatties last hurrah.

At this moment, I am so ready for a f-ing detox, I could spit. Granted, my spit would probably be bacon flavored and smell of 5 Guys burgers. I always wonder what average sized people do in preparation to diet. I think it is COMPLETELY different then what a big girls preparation is. It just makes me realize what a crazy relationship I have with food when I kind of go into mourning the day before.

I am SO NERVOUS to walk into that gym tomorrow. I don't know why. I am a big girl, but there are many much larger men and women there. And, this is the first time that I don't have a connection to someone that runs the joint. In the last two gyms that I have belonged to I have known the owner and manager. I felt like they had their eye on me. Thankfully, this time I don't know a soul. Not even any of the queens in the hot tub trying to pick up other queens.

Cross your fingers for me, please. This is one thing that I am going to need some support for.

can I?

I emailed my wonderful sister who is one of the owners of Lake Park Swim and Fitness is going to put together a 12 week program for me to get to my goal. She said it is going to be really hard-- but I told her I at least want to TRY it!!!! I found a 5k that is in March right before the big St. Patrick's Day parade - so I can have a beer as I lay on the cot for the ambulance..:) harhar.

Are there any runners out there.. or.. fast walkers.. or those who can at least make it around without cramping?

Any advice?

I hope this is do-able!! I REALLY do!!!

Still fat!

to review.... on my 36th birthday I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism. Since then I have been on a medication that, apparently, I will have to take forever.

Problem?

I have not had my period since that time (Oct. 22) and my stomach is bloated.

I am freaking out, and I am going to call the doctor tomorrow.

Other news? Still a fattie. Mic's awesome new place of employment who treats her SO much better then I can even imagine being treated at a job... is having a B*ggst Loser competition starting January 1st through March 1st... they have yoga and pilates and walking and all kinds of classes they are offering at work and of course diet help.

The three of us are going to join her in this.

Time for a f-ing kick in the ARSE.

I am looking forward to it... Rebecca will be our sanity, I am sure. We will actually USE the club we belong to and have been paying for and is (FAR) less then 1 mile over there ----->.

After watching TBL last night (we dvr), I decided that we are also going to run a 5K by the time March 1st comes around. I know that people think-- that is NO BIG DEAL.. 5K?? that is like... 3miles.. I could do that in my sleep. Well, peeps, I couldn't run from here to the corner without having to fake a shin splint so I could walk (even in my sleep).

We can do this.

I am laying out the ground rules to her tonight.. it is NOT a competition.. we are here to support one another. It isn't about who loses the most the fastest, how fast one person can run.... it is about TEAMWORK.

Gotta run! (er.. walk moderately quickly)