ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DOLLAR

MUH! I CAME UP WITH THE O-SO-ORIGIONAL IDEA OF GETTING BACK INTO SHAPE (NOTE: MY SHAPE NOW IS ROUND...REALLY, REALLY ROUND). SO, I START GOING BACK TO THE GYM REGULARLY AND FIND MY VERY OWN PERSONAL TRAINER, HIRE HER AND MEET HER FOR COFFEE AND BREAKFAST AT YANNAS. I THINK I GAINED A FEW JUST BEING IN THE SAME ZIPCODE AS YANNAS! SO, HER NAME IS DARLA. SHE SEEMS PRETTY NICE, EXCEPT...WELL, I HAVE NIGHTMARES ABOUT HER. OMG!!!! DAY 1, SHE COMES OVER ALL PEPPY, LUGGING A SUITCASE AND A STEPPER. OK CAN ANYONE RECALL MY BIGGGGGEST FEAR? THATS RIGHT, IM SUPER AFRAID OF HEIGHTS! WELL, I CLIMB UP AND DOWN OFF OF THE HIGHEST STEPPER THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN FOR SEVERAL MINUTES, LIFT A FEW OF THOSE WEIGHTS SHE HAS IN HER BAG AND DO A FEW PUSH UPS AND SIT UPS FOR GOOD MEASURE. GOOD! GREAT! IM FEELING ALL PUMPED! IKICK ASS! FORWARD TO NEXT DAY: I CANT GET OUT OF BED! I AM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO KILL MYSELF WITHOUT ANY EFFORT. I KEEP UP WITH MY SITUPS, MY LUNGES (OK THATS A BIG FAT LIE) AND MY FOOD JOURNAL. THE THING IS, I WASNT HUNGRY BEFORE, AND I ATE PRETTY WELL. NOW, I FIND MYSELF LYING TO MY FOOD JOURNAL, EATING CRAP THAT I DONT EVEN LIKE. WOW! I AM MEETING DARLA TWICE A WEEK. GOING TO THE GYM AND I GOT THE WII FIT IN THE MAIL. CUTE. THE WII FIT GETS THERE AND IM ALL SUPER EXCITED. I HAVE TO PLAY WITH IT BEFORE GUS! HAVE TO! SO I PULL IT OUT, SET IT UP AND JUMP ON. ALMOST AS SOON AS I PULL IT OUT OF THE BOX, IT GOES*POP* AND MY SUPER CUTE MII WITH RED TOP AND PIGTAILS TURNS INTO A BEACHBALL WITH PIGTALES AND THE FUCKING MACHINE CALLS ME FAT. WELL, BALANCE ISNT YOUR FORTE, IS IT? WTF? I JUST PAID $120 FOR THIS BITCH AND ITS TALKING SHIT! WHATEVER!
IVE WORKED EVERY NIGHT THIS WEEK, I WORK SAT AND EVERY NIGHT NEXT WEEK. YEA FOR ME. AND STILL I FIND MYSLEF BLOGGING AT MIDNIGHT? I HAVENT MADE DINNER FOR MY BABIES ALL WEEK, HAVNT DONE ANY LAUNDRY OR CLEANED MY HOUSE. EWW! TOMORROW.
ON A GOOD NOTE, I HAVE LOST 7.5 LBS SINCE I STARTED WORKING OUT WITH DARLA. AND I GET TO WORK OUT ON BASE WITH ALL THE EYE CANDY! YUMMY! I GOTTA KEEP IT UP. MY LITTLE FAT MII HURTS MY HEART!
CIAO

at midinight...

what else would i be ding at 20 till midnight? duh! im scraping slimey sticky glue stuff off my kitchen counter top. trying to make it a bit nicer. im in a tiff about tomorrow. i checked out a personal trainer. i am tired of being so gd fat!