Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Dear Josh,
I'd like to start by thanking you for your encouragement over the past 2 weeks. The high fives and positive re-enforcement during our workout rendez-vous have been most supportive.
However, I feel the need to tell you that breaking up with you crossed my mind today. Constantly. Especially for the 45 minutes you had me "boot camping" outside in the 85 degree heat.
I know the other ladies were jogging, and push-uping with no problem at all, but I'd like to remind you that in comparison to them, I am carrying a small third grader in extra weight.
Let's talk about jumping jacks for a moment. Shall we? This is not an exercise designed for women (like myself) who have a bra size with 3 letters in it. It's called gravity, my young friend. Look it up.
Now, I am not going to quit and go running back into the arms of an In and Out double double, or the sweet caress of Parlines 'n' Cream. I've promised myself that I will no longer darken the doorway of the local sit-on-my-ass-all-day. But I won't torture myself. I've been down that road before....
Like in high school, when I used to count every calorie I ate and would then work out to burn double that amount. Or when my friend Jodi and I thought we ate the whole container of Light Entenmanns and then realized it was full fat and tried to make ourselves puke.
Or like the time I dropped the weight with the low-carb, no-carb diet. Lost me a good 30 pounds. I should have known I probably wouldn't last when I walked by a bag of hot french fries someone had dropped in the street and I stood over them inhaling. Deeply. For five minutes. At least. As I am sure you have guessed, that weight came right back and brought her boyfriend to stay.
Well, I'm kicking them both out. I've commited to that. But jogging in 85 degrees isn't going to get me there. (And, it might get you run over by my car.)
So please. Save this relationship. Move class back inside, to the air conditioned goodness. Now.
Thank you.
Added 5.17
I'd like to start by thanking you for your encouragement over the past 2 weeks. The high fives and positive re-enforcement during our workout rendez-vous have been most supportive.
However, I feel the need to tell you that breaking up with you crossed my mind today. Constantly. Especially for the 45 minutes you had me "boot camping" outside in the 85 degree heat.
I know the other ladies were jogging, and push-uping with no problem at all, but I'd like to remind you that in comparison to them, I am carrying a small third grader in extra weight.
Let's talk about jumping jacks for a moment. Shall we? This is not an exercise designed for women (like myself) who have a bra size with 3 letters in it. It's called gravity, my young friend. Look it up.
Now, I am not going to quit and go running back into the arms of an In and Out double double, or the sweet caress of Parlines 'n' Cream. I've promised myself that I will no longer darken the doorway of the local sit-on-my-ass-all-day. But I won't torture myself. I've been down that road before....
Like in high school, when I used to count every calorie I ate and would then work out to burn double that amount. Or when my friend Jodi and I thought we ate the whole container of Light Entenmanns and then realized it was full fat and tried to make ourselves puke.
Or like the time I dropped the weight with the low-carb, no-carb diet. Lost me a good 30 pounds. I should have known I probably wouldn't last when I walked by a bag of hot french fries someone had dropped in the street and I stood over them inhaling. Deeply. For five minutes. At least. As I am sure you have guessed, that weight came right back and brought her boyfriend to stay.
Well, I'm kicking them both out. I've commited to that. But jogging in 85 degrees isn't going to get me there. (And, it might get you run over by my car.)
So please. Save this relationship. Move class back inside, to the air conditioned goodness. Now.
Thank you.
Added 5.17
PS- Josh, forget everything I said. I just put on a pair of jeans that I couldn't get over my butt 2 weeks ago. Lead and I shall follow. Seriously. I'll do anything you say.
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Alright, not really. Just me, popping in to say "hi".
Have a spiffy keen weekend in the lush green goodness of your neighborhood. We are just starting to get buds on our trees and the bees are not wearing parkas anymore. They have light fleece vests on instead.
Exercise sucks. I would totally do boot camp with you if I were there.
Is Josh cute? Because if he is, then we can forgive him for the rudeness of making you work-out in such heat. If not, then he needs to tread lightly.
Good luck with the heat.
Running in the heat blows.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by to say "hi", I'll be coming back as well!
But what do I know...I have chocolate syrup dripping down my chin right now.
85 degree weather is nothing compared to camp weather. Girl, I think you could easily handle 95 degrees...just think of the stamina you'll have when you're out on that blacker-than-black concrete in carpool :)
Cathy (not the one who won the visa card or is shopping at Target...right now, probably)
Now...if he wants to take it indoors, with some nice fans blowing and all, then that's another story. Bring on his abs!
Seriously...I just started getting serious about this weight loss thing. My goal is to lose a Libbey--that's my child. She weighs 51 pounds. Which is what I need to lose. But I will tell you this...I've been using my elliptical for at least 30 minutes a day this week. In the air conditioning...with a fan blowing...and Madonna & Justin Timberlake reminding me that they've only got 4 minutes to save the world...and smut to read (US Weekly, Cosmo, et. al.) while I'm going at it. Boot camp-schmoot camp. My way's easier!
Keep up the good work. You rock!
Air conditioning: It really is a good thing!
Congrats on the jeans!
Way to go Mrs. Romero. Hit 110 here yesterday
Rachel
If I had a personal trainer, I'd workout outside of the workout so I wouldn't look bad to him :-)
I just started Weight Watchers on Monday and I think I'd probably seriously maim people if I saw fries right now...
(Although I did lose 6 lbs.. this week...think what Josh-y could do for me....)
Jamie
Send him my way!
I have a love/hate relationship with him. But I can't argue with the results. And he's pretty cute, too. ;)
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