It’s Go Time, Motherhumpers
2010 has been a year filled with crappy situations I have no control over. My stress is no doubt at an all time high, noted by my ability to finish lap #2 at the Flying Saucer in one-third of the time it took for lap #1.
You know who doesn’t need a spike in stress? Men weighing 330lbs. I’ve been sitting at that weight for a while, and the only reason I know that is because I weigh myself thinking “today is the day I start taking better control of my life,” and I don’t. Frankly, I have to start now because the Wii Fit won’t register anything over 330.
Since I have no idea when the stress is going away, some of my ass is going to have to leave. My office has recently made a gym available to us, along with some trainers that are instructing “boot camp” classes. I had my first week of boot camp this week, doing two sessions that keep me going Monday through Thursday, this leaves Friday morning as my natural weigh-in day. So starting tomorrow, Fatty Fridays will be rolling out, since there is no better motivation than public humiliation.
