6.15.2011

spin class . . .

kicked my booty last night. i can barely walk today. but i am still going to yoga tonight! what are you doing to be more healthy?

6.14.2011

"rock"ing and rolling . . .

and so i blog again about being fat, and the travails that come along with it. if you don't care to read about my fatty-tattiness or about what i am doing to become a healthy, stealthy, wealthy (dang -- is that all that rhymes with healthy?) girl, click that white X in the red box in the corner and have an amazingly wonderful day. otherwise, read on and discover the new adventures of

**HP and girl fitness**

seriously, that is a nickname that one of my co-workers gave to myself and my roommate (another quick fact for the confused : my roommate and i work together). how disheartening it was to just be called "HP." i mean, i guess it was better than being called "beached whale" but still . . . she gets "girl fitness" and i get initials. not to say she doesn't deserve it, cuz she works hard for her body ("so hard for her body! she works hard for her body so you better treat her right!" sorry -- i had a donna summer moment). it's just that man -- i used to *be* girl fitness. now i am . . .

**girl fatness**

but in all seriousness, i do not like being girl fatness. my buddy's dad just had a massive heart attack the other day and the doctor said it correlated directly to his sedentary lifestyle. he rarely exercises and is overweight. and now he has stints in his heart. i do not want to be that person. i do not want to leave behind my glorious blog audience (well and my family/friends, etc.) because i was lazy. i want to live life! and so one day, i want my roommate and myself to be called

**girl fitnii**

(in case you didn't know, "fitnii" is the plural form of "fitness," like "fungi" or "cacti.") and i have begun my journey to get there again. yesterday, i started yoga. yes, i know that that is hardly "real exercise" but i did work up a sweat and my heartrate was crazy! and today i am really sore. i have been southbeachin' it up, too . . . been watching my carb intake and eating a lot of chicken. granted, today is really only my second official day, but i have been good. the only thing i really hate about southbeach is that the weight loss is accompanied by headaches the first two weeks of doing it. they say it's cuz your body has to get used to the limited number of carbs and blahblahblah. i just hope that this 800mg ibuprofen kicks in really soon. like really soon. i eat so much salad that i stay in the bathroom (and i don't mean weighing myself). either way, i am doing okay.

**and because i am awesome**

i am going to post some pictures of me from the last time i was in shape. call it motivation (and you can also call my booty nice cuz believe me, i know it once was!) for the future. i am heading to el paso next week for work, but since the beau is there for work, too, i am going to have him tape me. today, i will give you my starting weight. i can't believe that i am going to actually post it. no one is allowed to laugh or call me "two ton tilly." so officially, my starting weight is . . .

**202.8 lbs**

i know what you are thinking. how does a body as gorgeous and svelte as mine weigh that much (i kid, i kid)? but really . . . who wants to say they are over 200 lbs? scratch that -- what WOMAN wants to say they are over 200 lbs? i know i hate saying it. i would rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon than to have to say i am 100 lbs times 2. it is mortifying . . . even worse was this weekend when i couldn't fit into anything and my husband's jeans were too tight. talk about a reality check.

**and that is when the switch in my brain turned on**

and so far, that switch has stayed on. even after almost killing myself at yoga last night, i am still determined to do well. i am supposed to go to spin class tonight, but i'm not sure i'm in shape enough to do that yet. i have to do something, though. i wanna get back to looking like this :







so, i invite all you good people of my blog to join the fight against fat. change your diet a little bit, take the stairs instead of the elevator -- heck, even do zumba without me making fun of you. but do something. don't let this life pass you by because you are just too lazy. do something good for yourself. in turn,

**you might just save your own life**