Only me.

This is going to be a short; mainly because my meds are kicking in......Zzzzzzzzzz. I'm up! I'm UP!

Sorry.

So, I missed gym last night due to a husband emergency, i.e. He had another Migraine. So, we dragged our lazy asses into the gym tonight. Aaron wandered over to a treadmill after I called 'dibs' on the one closer to the fan. Ha. Bite me big boy! Well I shoulda let him have the damn thing because not long after I started my workout - yeah, I use work out in the loosest terms- the next to me finishes his workout, and another guy takes his place.

Ok. No problem.

Yeah, no. He starts walking at a REALLY slow pace on the treadmill. I mean *I* was going faster, and as far as I could tell he was really fit. - Not that I was checking him out or anything -. After about 10 minutes of walking, he kicks it up to a run. Then the fun begins.

He suddenly starts running out of pace, tripping, and wombling.... I think he is about to fly off the back of the thing, when he jumps up, and lands with one foot on either side of the moving track. OK. He then starts inspecting something between his legs. HE REALLY starts going to town at something between his legs. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!! * insert creepy feeling here* He stops the machine and stands behind it, therefore he is behind me, and he is panting, and still rubbing something.........ARGH!

I actually starting walking faster! WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GO????? I'm on a TREADMILL! I'm a tard.

He eventually leaves about five minute later.

Why me.

Aaron is ALWAYS going to have the treadmill next to me!!!!!!!!

Le Sigh.

Feel the BURN!!!! Part II

Just a quick update!

Not as bad as anticipated - No mirrored walls, or people watching the fat girl!- It was made much easier by being with my husband. He encourages me to keep going even though I look like I'm walking in the rain. Unpleasant I know.

I have shift those pesky last pounds in order to reach my goal. I have to finished what I started for once in my life. I have to believe that I can do this, and that no matter what anyone says - I did on MY OWN.

So, with that I'm going to finish my dinner of Burger King.....just joking its Popeyes.

Seriously, I actually cooked dinner after going to gym. Am I dreaming......

Feel the BURN!!!!

Feel the BURN!!! Yeah. Whatever.

Its just a whole lot of sweating, huffing and puffing, and pain. Get your mind out of the gutter! I'm talking about exercise!!! E.X.E.R.C.I.S.E. If only it were as much fun as the other huffing and puffing. If its so goooood for you, then why is soooooo fucking boring and monotonous???

And don't you dare tell me it CAN be fun, if you do it right. - Again, I seem to be entering the world of sexual innuendo - Guess what buddy, Bite. Me.

Where is the 'fun' in sweating your over-sized ass off in front of a mirror which is not only reflecting my pathetic attempt at exercise back at me....but I also can see the reflection of all the other people trying not to stare at the fat girl in the back looking as if she will pass out at any minute and FLY off the back of the treadmill!!!!! - Stop laughing Amanda! - I ask you, WHY?

I know this is good for you, but so are Paps, and we all know how much 'fun' they are. I mean, I know exercise is a necessary part of a healthy lifestyle but damn!

Ok, now that I have ranted and raved for the better part of a five minutes. Yes, I type as fast as my grandfather. I am going to the gym.

Oh, goody.