KMFBAG Week #5

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Yeah I am late, I was supposed to do this Monday. It is Wednesday. Life is hard.

I could not get around to posting on Monday about this partly cuz I was still pissed off. I weighed on Friday and had gained 1 to 1.5 pounds. I was not bad enough to deserve that. I really was not. I had worked my ass off--two days straight of two spinning classes a day, and then on the third day, we had a super hard intermediate class that made me so sore I could not ride on Thursday. So that day, I did machines and my 100 crunches--I have kind of been slacking on it.

Friday I weighed--dont remember what else I did, maybe nothing. I did drink some beer outside with Jenna though, since it was 75 degrees and gorgeous. That is how I came to lose my Blackberry off the top of the car.

I did little to no exercise on Saturday (just walking around some, but not at a pace that would help) as I went to Springfield to the Illinois Horse Fair with the girls. I was very good at that--only one hot dog during the day, then reasonable pizza for dinner. But then I got carried away and drank a shitload of beer. Bad me.

No wonder I did not post on Monday, I was embarrassed.

This week so far, I have done only 30 min of spinning on Monday--my left calf was still sore and my Achilles tendon is giving me a little grief. Yesterday, I did 45 minutes, because I had some other stuff to do. Today, I went back to old people's aerobics over my lunch hour. That is the first time I have been back since I got sick, as I coughed too much with any exertion at all.

I know I am getting cranky because I spent half the time wanting to punch the woman next to me. First of all, she wore jeans. And she is a regular, so what is that about? And she does this huge sniffing thing when she stretches that makes me want to jam my palm up in her nose to drive it up in her brain. She does not do the exercises right, yet she is skinny and does not sweat like a whore like I do. I really hated her today. That is ridiculous, she is probably 70 damn years old.

Tonight I am back on the 2 spinning classes--if it does not hurt too bad. Then I am going to try to do the 8:45 class tomorrow and maybe a hard aerobics tomorrow nite. I HAVE to make time to do machines too-- I have been skimping on the crunches. I do not know about Friday as there is no spinning, and the hard ass aerobics is right at the same time as the Illinois game in the Big Ten tourney, and lets be reasonable---I will be sitting somewhere watching that with a cold beer. This new lifestyle is NOT going to ruin everything for me.

One good fat -related thing happened though--at the horse fair, the girls found me a belt. Belts are a big deal in the horse world--the more obnoxious they are with the crystals, etc the better they are. And they are not cheap. I have always wanted one, cuz God knows I love my bling. But a fat girl not only rarely needs a belt, they do not so much make themselves available in circus size. I actually have needed a belt a lot lately, but even the ones that come on the jeans for fat girls will not go around me--that is a terrible thing manufacturers do to fat girls--the bastards.

But there was one there for me! It not only fit, it was too big! It is handpainted with flowers and such on it, and it has crystals in clear, lime green, and amber, and it has all my colors on it--the buckle is beautiful. I LOVE IT. I already wore it.

I could not have gotten it even a few months ago.

It was kind of the highlight of my trip even though I tried not to talk about it the whole time--it was like a milestone came on and smacked me right in my face.

Overall, I am a pound fatter and honestly probably even more now after the debauchery weekend, but still sticking to it--I think I need to change up my routines some. That and get more focused on myself and my program instead of hating every skinny broad that comes in the gym. Unless I get a fat cop when I finally crack, no one in going to understand that popping one of them was perfectly justified, especially if they are just standing there when I do it.