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Ladies and gents this week might be THE week.

Consecutive visits to the gym might happen!

Unfortunately it's hidden by the 3+ trips to fast food joints.

Good news though is that i've decoded my surge of fat-cravings as my body preparing for that special monthly time.

My uterus isn't aware that come tomorrow at 1:30 i'll be dosing up with another fresh round of hormones, pushing off hell week for another month.

Hopefully come Monday I'll be bloat-free and ready to diet without wanting to kill anyone!

And I'm pretty sure the compliment I got on my ass today was a result of the second skin pants I was wearing (rather than the loose yoga pants I normally wear) and not a result of physical change do to work outs.

My thighs are looking damn sexy though!

the nugget

I'm pretty sure my IPhone calorie counter app froze in a moment of silence when I entered in my supersized big mac meal as my lunch for today.

It's just way to easy to say "yes".

Alas, fast forward to now as I writher in gas pain and my body screams "NO" to my choices.

It's enough to get me back on the wagon though, tomorrow is a new day.

Hopefully better than the other day when I was cleaning up the remnants of another ill-advised McDonalds run and found a discarded nugget in the bottom of the bag. And ate it.

don't judge me...

ups and downs

Yesterday I went to McDonalds. My current thing is that if I'm going to eat fast food I might as well eat somewhere that's going to potentially win be a whack of money.

So far I think I've just gained weight.

I did go to the gym yesterday too.

I think part of the lure to go is so that I have a chance to talk to all the boys I have crushes on.

Well worth it.

So many foxy (nice) guys. But alas, I have awful taste in guys and have successfully found the potheads and the one that isn't driving because of his DUI.

Winners.

I'm going again tomorrow morning and I'm hoping to figure out a schedule so that I'm going 3 times a week, and then graduating to 5 times a week.

My goal is to lose 15 pounds by February 23 (my 25th birthday) and my reward will be my side tattoo.

Nothing more motivating than partially undressing in a public place in front of strangers to make you want to lose weight.

I just have to make sure I also have the cash to fund it...

progress report

Hi y'all

SO

I'm actually down the the lightest I've been in a long, long time.

At one point my 5"4 frame was carrying around 180 pounds, and that was when I was in college.

I'm currently resting at 150, which while still isn't healthy is an improvement.

Finding time to work out is hard. I find that once I'm there I can get into the groove and can work out for about an hour and a half, but I still don't really like doing it alone.

Since Alex and I have the same job, it means that we have opposite schedules so finding time when we can work out together is tough.

Working in the gym has it's perks though. I've decided against the personal training for the time being, maybe after christmas (and my tuition get paid off) I can sign myself up for some ass kicking. Doesn't mean I can't pick the brains of all the jacked trainers and nutritionists we have on staff.

I've learned that diet is so so sooooo important when you're trying to lose weight.

Which is why Alex and I have made a "fake lent" and are both giving up our vices. All Alex eats is cookies, and all I do is go through drive thrus.

I love food though. It makes me happy.

Maybe it's time to see a shrink...

hypocrit

well, I now work at a gym.

along with newfound income I also have made a new friend and workout buddy, Alex, and get 50% off personal training.

There are some foxy trainers too ;)

Anyways, Alex and I have decided to help each other reach their goals and have been working out and trying to eat healthy.

The "trying" is more for me than for her. I've had two brownies, two peices of pizza and some chocolate cake so far, and am going to ribfest today.

I've also realized that being tan makes me look skinnier, so hello sun spots and possible skin cancer.

I'll keep you posted on my progress.

drowned

I

WENT

RUNNING

okay well I ran then walked then sprinted and then almost passed out and finally walked home.

BUT

it's something better than lounging around thinking about working out.

After I peeled myself off the floor from under the fan (oh yea, running on a 30+ degree day with hummidity that makes it feel like you're drowning is a swell idea) I did some arms and abs.

Then after showering I went on a bike ride to the super market with my sister where I repeated my new mantra "skinny people don't eat _____ (insert junk food craving of choice)".

However this did not apply to the bottle of wild vines I bought and later consumed (alone).

Common, we all know those skinny bitches drink away their hunger pangs.

Unfortunately I can't go all gung-ho crash dieting right now since my amazing and gorgeous friend is getting married IN A WEEK.

I had my final dress fitting for my bridesmaid dress and it literally could not fit more perfectly. I have no room to expand without running the risk of extending the slit up the back of it.

So

after the wedding I'm going to try the P90X program since I'm too broke to afford a trainer. This way I've got something telling me what to do.

I think I'll put recordings of drill sergeants and arnold swagherwewerneggar onto my ipod so I have someone yelling at me to "MOVE MY PANSY LARD-ASS".

I'll keep you posted.

the treat drawer

I'm stuck in a strange place.

In three weeks is my best friend's wedding where I am a bridesmaid and an MC.

The dress has been fitted and I can't afford to pay for the seams to be taken in, so while I would love to starve and sweat my ass off for the next 3 weeks to see what would happen, I'd rather it not cost me an extra $100 (btw the job hunt is more of a field trip).

I'm trying to be healthier though.

Fat has now accumulated on my face, and wiping sweat from neck rolls doesn't really scream SUMMER FUN.

Neither does the sweat on my upper lip and the sweat from front to back in the seat of my knickers.

But alas, my hands are conspiring with my tummy and I've managed to demolish a package of beer nuts.

280 calories for 1/3 cup.

The sad thing is that I don't have a job, I have a gym membership and a mother who was a fitness instructor. I have free time, enough free weights and workout dvds and equipment at home and a membership to a gym I could walk to.

I also have a dad who thinks I don't know the secret location of his treat drawer....