Here We Are Again.

I guess that's why they call it a journey, right?  I suppose (& hope) it won't always be an uphill battle.  But I know that even when I reach my goal weight, I will always have to TRY HARD to maintain it.  I'm like an addict.  Cupcakes are my crack.  But right now, I'm just trying to get to the top of that hill.

So, let's focus on the positives.  Cliff and I have both been eating VERY healthy for the last week.  I'm down 7.6 lbs. and Cliffy is down 10 lbs.  We aren't following a specific diet.  We've just been eating fruits, veggies, lean meat, nuts, brown rice, Greek yogurt, lots of water.. and staying away from soda and processed foods.  It seems to be doing the trick.

We haven't really gotten super serious about working out yet.  But that is coming soon!  I really like a saying I saw on Pinterest..  "Get fit in the gym, lose weight in the kitchen."  It's so true!  We're doing well on the losing weight part and now it's time to focus on the getting fit part.  I am sooooooo excited that our horrid, bitterly cold winter is over and that the sun is shining!  Now that the weather is nice and it stays light for longer, we plan to walk on the trail. We can also utilize the gym here at our apartments.

Unfortunately, working out in the apartment isn't much of an option.  Our disgusting neighbors downstairs must stand poised and ready with their broom handle to bang on our ceiling at the slightest hint of a noise.  They banged on the ceiling when Cliff spilled his beer.  On the carpet.  And when I got a pot out of the cabinet.  And when I sat on the couch.  Seriously, all day.  So jiggling around with my lady lumps to Zumba or some such routine in my living room might start an all out war.

Why now, you may ask?  Because I'm ready!  I'm 30.  I want to have a baby.  And I want to be healthy and feel better.  That's why.  :)  I hope some of you will still follow me and leave comments!  I love to hear from y'all.  I also want to post pictures so one day I can do one of those cool slide show thingies to see how much my body has changed.  But I'll save that for a day when I'm wearing a bra.

Until next time, I leave you with this image.  You're welcome.

Arugula Fail

I don't know how I made it through the day without ending up on the 6 o'clock news.  Work was horrible today!  Let me tell you what I was subjected to...

So every Wednesday my boss goes to a 2 hour long business lunch with people from local businesses.  They schmooze and try to help get referrals for the other businesses.  Being a peon, I have never attended such a function since it is usually reserved for branch managers and loan officers--neither of which apply to my current station in life.  So imagine my surprise, when 45 minutes before it starts, I am told that I have to attend because no one else can go.  Oh, and I was told I had to give a 2 minute presentation.  In front of 30 people.  On a topic I know nothing about, so it's unlikely I can answer any of their questions.  And I get to buy my own lunch.  Oh, and this is a "working lunch" so I don't get to take a real lunch hour.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  I got so mad!  I had no notice or warning, so I looked like a slob.  Our mandatory logo wear at work consists of various shades of brown and gray.  SUPER FLATTERING.  I had no idea where this place was or what on Earth I was supposed to pretend to talk about.  I am not a schmoozer! 

So fuming, I tried to prepare myself as best I could.  I had to leave in like 5 minutes so I grabbed a yellow legal pad.  I think yellow legal pads say, "I can be taken seriously because I won't take notes on just any kind of paper."  They add a little touch of class.  That's what I was going for anyway.  I dug out my name tag that I never wear and tried put it on straight (sort of).  I put a fancy clip on a stack of my business cards.  Time was running out and I couldn't find a nice looking folder or portfolio anywhere.  I brought some cute folders from home for my desk at work.  There are three of them..  They say, "Someone called... about.. something.", "Why yes, I am overqualified.", & "Just file it under: Who Cares"...  Somehow none of these seemed professional and/or appropriate for my business lunch.  So all I could find was a bent manila folder that said "LIZ" in purple sharpie on the front.

I made it to the restaurant and was pointed to the back room where the meeting was being held.  A nice gentleman told me what was expected of me as a "substitute."  I would have to give a 2 minute presentation on whatever product we were promoting this week.  He told me to pick a seat in the giant "U" shape formation of tables.  All the outside seats were taken, so I sit inside the "U" between two old men who kept "accidentally" touching my legs under the table.  I was sitting right across from Barbie herself.

Before the meeting started, the waitress came around to take my order.  How come I never went to this cool restaurant BEFORE my diet?  The least offensive thing on the menu seemed to be an arugula salad with grilled chicken.  Lo and behold, Barbie had ordered the same thing.  Except she got her dressing on the side, automatically making me look like a fat slob.  Point 1 to Barbie.

The meeting starts and we go around the table and stand to make an introduction of our name/business and our presentations.  I'm somewhere in the middle of the line-up.  I was too nervous to start eating my salad.  I didn't want it to be my turn and then have to try to pick arugula out of my teeth and stumble to stand up.  So I just waited until it was my turn.  Barbie owns a hair salon, I found out.  SHOCKING.

I think my presentation went okay.  I was nervous and a little shaky.  But I think I faked it pretty well.  Finally, I sat back down and started eating my salad.  It was quite good.  But I hadn't anticipated that even though it was okay to eat while other people were speaking..  Everyone was somehow doing it silently so they could pay attention to the other presenters..  I was trying to concentrate on not scraping my fork in the bowl while nodding my head to pretend like I was listening.  My arugula kept falling off my fork just as it was about to go into my mouth.  It was a long, awkward, silent dance between me and the arugula.  Guess who looked better eating a salad in silence?  Point 2 for Barbie.

It took me about an hour and a half to eat that salad.  It was quite good though.  Maybe I appreciated it so much because I was starving slowly and had so much time to savor it.  This meeting was serious though.  They talked about all kinds of things I had no clue about.  There was like a president and a vice president..  They took down minutes.  To get into this group, you have to have a sponsor and submit an application and get approved.  Everyone had their tablets and Blackberrys and leather bound notebooks.  And I am dressed like a coffee bean with a bent manila folder and a crooked name tag.  Fat girl eatin' a salad here!  It was so awkward.

The torturous meeting was finally over.. but no one left!  It just meant freestyle schmoozing.  I tried to edge my way to freedom, but the door was being blocked by a tall, thin man.  He introduced himself and shook my hand.  He asked if we could have a one on one so he could get to know more about me.  He was an older guy, so I don't think he was a weirdo.  I heard them talk about having one on one's amongst the group during the meeting.  I thought he was just going to ask me some stuff about work, so I said okay.  Then I looked at his name tag.  Franklin....  Franklin the health/life coach.  So to add insult to injury, let's coach the fat girl on how to not be fat.  I felt so miserable.  Oh and I don't really remember agreeing, but it must have happened.. because I have a meeting with Franklin at 11:00 on Friday at Panera for our one on one..  How do these kinds of things happen to me?  I blame my boss for this.  I'm praying he has Franklin's card so I can cancel before it's too late.  I don't even know how to get in touch with him!  Franklin tricked me....

I was told my boss should probably pay me back for the lunch if I turn in a receipt.  So I did an extra tip on top of the already included gratuity out of spite.  One $16 salad later, I'm trying to skulk out the door when Barbie introduces herself and gives me a big, fake smile.  One of those, "You don't belong here" smiles.  I try to match her fake smile with an even bigger one and try to be even more aloof than she is.  I am a grown woman!  I will not be made to feel inferior by a bimbo with turquoise highlights in her hair!

I made it out to my car and looked in the rear-view mirror only to find........... arugula in my two front teeth.  Point 3 to Barbie.  No wonder I look like a need a life coach.

I called Cliff on my way back to work and was almost in tears while relaying my heinous "lunch" experience.  I stopped at Publix to get a Diet Coke and use the bathroom.  I didn't go at the restaurant because I desperately wanted to get out of there.  Besides, where would I put my manila folder?  There was a giant display of Pirate's Booty outside the bathroom.  I've never had it, but I've heard it was good so I grabbed a giant bag to console myself.  At the checkout, I did the proper conveyer belt etiquette and put a divider between my order and the old lady's in front of me.  Except she wouldn't MOVE UP when it was her turn...  She was hassling the poor cashier because she got 18 different kinds of apples and was complaining that they should be on sale.  All the while, her grubby hands are on my Booty!  I wanted to chunk an apple at her head.

I finally made it back to work.. defeated... to face the rest of my miserable afternoon.  And there in the parking lot was my wonderful, sweet husband with a bouquet of daisies.  I just started crying!  I think the whole lunch thing was tied up with me feeling fat and inferior.  I would like to think that even if I was thin and pretty I would still be nice to people!

So that was my day...  Horrible... but then salvaged by my Cliffy.  I'm glad I stuck to my diet and didn't eat something bad at the restaurant and I just had water to drink.  I actually tried the Pirate's Booty when I got home and it's pretty good.  No, I did not eat the entire bag.

I have not weighed myself this whole time!  I guess I will tomorrow before the head doctor so I at least know what to expect....  I'll keep you posted!

Hope.

Where to begin...  So much has changed since my last post.  I found a job, got married, moved into an apartment and started a new life.  Shortly after that, I lost my father.  My wonderful, hilarious, sweet, gentle, loving father.  It has been 10 months since he's been gone.  It has been so devastating, sad & lonely.  I know that is a huge reason for my weight gain.  I'm probably the heaviest I've ever been.  And here I am.  Starting over.  Again.

I went back and read a lot of my old posts.  I used to be pretty funny.  I hope I still am.  Or will be.  I will also try to be honest.  See, that's the thing.  Fat people lie.  They lie to themselves.  They lie to others about their habits.  I was impressed by the honesty of my older posts.  I will try to keep that up.  I could use some accountability.

I kind of had a meltdown/breakthrough the other night.  I went nuts and cleaned out my fridge and pantry and threw away junk food.  What was my meltdown about?  I'm going to be 30 this year.  3-0!  I'm an overweight, depressed, future bag/cat lady.  And I don't even like cats.  I have GOT to change!

I've explained this to my sisters and friends before, but the night of the meltdown, I was trying to explain to my husband, Cliff, how scary it is.  I have been overweight my whole adult life.  It's not like I can slap a formerly skinny picture of myself on the fridge as motivation and say, "Okay, I am getting back to that!"  It's scary to think you will work really hard for a year to two years to get to where you want to be.. and you have no idea what you will look like at the end.  And even scarier, will you even be happy with yourself when you do finally get there?  I feel like no matter what is staring back at me in the mirror, I will always be a fat girl on the inside.  That's frightening.  I don't like her.  She's mean.  And she picks on me.  And her butt is too big for our jeans.

The meltdown actually was set into motion by my dentist appointment earlier in the day.  I go regularly, but it seems like every time I go, they're always harping on me about flossing.  I TRY!  Well...  sort of.  Sometimes.  Okay, when I have something stuck in my teeth.  Of course, Janet, the dental hygienist, has no idea that I recently lost my dad to a heart attack-- so I can't really blame her.  But she's telling me about the link between oral health and your overall health.  And how you can't control plaque in your heart arteries, but since I can control plaque in my mouth, wouldn't I want to do it?  Don't I want to be healthy?  Don't I want to help myself?

I have this aversion to doctors of all kinds.  I feel like they judge me for being fat.  Like it's my fault I don't feel well because I'm fat, so I should just have to suffer.  I remember when I broke my toes one night when I was about 15 (thanks to a metal post on a bed and some intense horse play with my little sister, Eileen)..  My dad told me he'd take me to the doctor first thing in the morning.  I literally stayed up all night in tears and sick from anxiety...  Not because of my two broken toes-- but because I was terrified they'd make me step on the scale at the doctor's office!  How RIDICULOUS is that?!  I was more worried about the doctor judging me for my weight than I was about two broken freakin' toes.  That is not rational.  (They didn't even make me step on the scale because of my hobble.  So all my fretting was for naught.)

I haven't even gone to see anyone about my horrible migraines this last year I've had from stress..  Just because I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR a doctor tell me I wouldn't have them if I ate better, exercised, drank more water.  I do not question the validity of those assertions.  I know they're all true.  But I don't want to hear it from a doctor!  I don't want to hear someone who doesn't know me at all tell me what I need to do to have a better life.  Because in my head, all I will hear is, "Maybe ya wouldn't have migraines if you weren't so fat."  Thank you, sir.  I have a mirror.  I don't need you to tell me.

So I was explaining all this to Cliff the other night.  And I told him..  The only *slight glimpse* I have of a semi-skinny version of myself is from about 7 or 8 years ago.  I was doing like an Atkins type diet when it was popular.  It was totally not healthy.  I only ate plain tuna for like 6 months straight.  And of course, I gained everything back the first time I sniffed a piece of bread.  But I have one picture of myself where to ME, it is a skinny me.  I still had a ways to go, but it was a peek into what I would maybe look like if I lost all the weight.

So I'm whining & crying to Cliff that this stupid picture is the only thing I have to show me what I could maybe look like... But I still don't knoooow what goal I'm working towards.  And the blessed man said, "Why don't you just start there?"  Oh.  You're right.  Makes sense.  Best advice he could have ever given to his irrational, ranting wife.

Fast forward to the pantry cleaning frenzy.  Then I went to the grocery store and stocked up on chicken, tuna, fruits & veggies.  I hope it was a breakthrough.  Lord knows I need one.  I also made an appointment with a new doctor to get my noggin checked out.  And as you can see, I decided to blog again after 2 years!!  In one of our daily emails, my BFF Sandra told me that she had faith in me that I would stick with it.  I told her I don't know if I have faith yet, but I have hope.  And since I've been in a place with no hope for quite awhile, I'll take it. ♥
 

Hope      

by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Sort of skinny-ish past and hopefully future me.

No Title. Just ugggghhhh...

I am still recovering from the gym this afternoon.  Our lovely instructor decided that since the weather was so nice, we'd do Tread & Shed outside.  WHAT?!  See...  I'm not a runner.  I run/jog when I can or I do a fast walk.  We're all getting nowhere fast on the treadmill, so who can tell how far you've gone?!  But outside, like ACTUAL running--You're gonna be able to tell that I'm last!  I was so not excited.

We warmed up inside for about 10 minutes.  Then she had us go outside..  Her tactic was for us to start out in a line.  And when she said switch, the person in the back had to sprint to the front of the line.  And so and so on..  (This made me think of Buzz on Home Alone...  The order of opening presents.  "Then I'll go, and the rest of you, and so on.")  Except I never made it to the front.  I did start out running.  I figured I'd better just get in the back to begin with and save everyone else the bother.  There were two women behind me.  One was about at my pace.  But the other one really couldn't keep up and had to walk.  So Shannon asked if I would stay with her and we could "motivate" each other!  Heck, yeah!  It's like when you get to leave class to walk the sick kid to the nurse's office!  Sign me up.

So we did a brisk walk and then some sprints..  Shannon is insane!  We walked/ran from Trolley Road, all the way down Midland Parkway to Ladson Road, and then back.  To those of you not familiar with  Summerville, SC..  It was about 3 miles after all the other crap we did.  I apologize to anyone who saw my lady lumps bouncing along Midland Parkway.  I fully expected to get texts/facebook posts from people I know asking if that was me this afternoon.  Yes, unfortunately it was.

The other crap:  You know those cement parking pole thingies they have in front of like Target or something?  I guess so a car doesn't crash through the doors.  Anyway, they have those in front of the gym windows.  We had to do side shuffles between all the poles like a million times.  Then she made each of us stand in front of one and then jump and like lift yourself up.  We did 40 of those.  Well...  we were SUPPOSED to do 40 of those...  I felt sorry for the poor people on the other side of the glass watching our jiggly bits go up and down.  The whole time I was humming to myself, "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard..."

THEN she took us to the side of the gym parking lot and we did sprints down and side shuffles back.  Sprint down again and side shuffle back with the other leg.  I thought I was going to vomit after those shuffles.  (WHO INVENTED THE SIDE SHUFFLE?!  I HATE HIM!  You know it was a man!)  Then she had us race against each other in twos.  Maggie and I decided to go against each other to save ourselves the embarrassment of going against someone else.  I actually took off really fast and Maggie had to push it to keep up.  ;)  She did beat me by a tad, but I like to think I held my own!

We went back inside to stretch and my legs were like Jell-O.  My butt and back are still sore.  Why my butt?!  I think it was those pole jump thingies.  Ugh.  Hate.  And Shannon said it was probably the cold air...  But we were all wheezing and coughing.  My chest is still kind of tight.  I seriously had to talk myself out of ralphing.

But I guess on the upside, it's preparation for the Dolphin Run 5k I'm doing next weekend with Maggie, Sam and Cliff.  (There's still time to sign up if you want to do it!)  Speaking of which...  things are going wonderfully with Cliff (my tall, handsome man-friend).  I'm really happy he's doing the run with me!  Part of me hopes he's huffing and puffing to keep up with me.  And then I remembered his legs are twice as long as mine.  No, literally.

I'm still looking for a job!  Somewhat unsuccessfully at the moment, I must admit.  But I'm trying to stay positive.  Thanks for reading.  :)

Busier Than a One Legged Man in a Butt Kicking Contest

I would be the one legged man this week.  On Tuesday I met my fabulous friend Renee for lunch.  We ate at Qdoba Mexican Grill which was quite good, I must say.  And then I had just enough time to get home and change for the gym.  Note to self:  Do not eat a burrito before an intense workout.  I immediately regretted that decision.  The workout, not the burrito.  The burrito was wonderful. 

Kim kicked our butts with a hardcore personal training session for about 45 minutes.  We went on the MANLY weightlifter side and used all sorts of machines I'd never dare touch on my own.  Those leg press thingies were hard.  You're like laying on your back and you have to push your legs up with the weights on it.  Yeesh.  Every time it comes down, it feels like it's smushing your intestines.  I will say, Maggie had it worse than me.  She made her do this thing where you lay on your stomach and your ankles are behind a bar that you have to curl up.  Maggie's butt was sore for like 4 days. 

Then we went to the ladies side to endure other forms of torture.  She made Maggie do mountain climbers from one end of the gym to the other.  But you have your feet on these little pads that slide on the carpet.  At first you think, oh cool, they'll help me slide easier.  Not really.  It just makes it harder.  And then she made her do planks all the way back.  While Maggie was in misery with her mountain climbers, Kim had put this horrid rubber band thing around my ankles..  And I had to step to the side across the gym and back like that.  It was really hard..  My hips were killing me by the end.

I thought Maggie was going to have her Biggest Loser emotional break down moment.  But she held back.  As if that wasn't enough punishment, we did Tread & Shed for an hour after that.  I really thought I might barf.  So that was Tuesday.  (I still don't regret the burrito.)

Thursday we did cycling.  I actually enjoy cycling more than Tread & Shed now.  Who knew?  And lo and behold, my crotch has gotten used to it.  I can't think about that too much though.  I finally mastered some of the more difficult moves.  Shannon has us stand up and cycle for a four count and then sit down for a four count.  And you just go up and down, up and down.  I can do those, but the two count ones are a little harder for me.  By the time I finally get up, they're already sitting back down again.  It takes a lot of leg strength to go up and down real fast like that!  I'm not gonna lie and say I did it the WHOLE time, but I was happy that I can do it now.  And I did more of the push up thingies on the bike than I usually can.

And then today...  Maggie, Sam, and I did the Tanger Outlet 5k in North Charleston.  My goal was to 1) Not come in last and 2) Beat my time from the Buford Run the Rails 5k we did in June.  Maggie signed me up for this one, somewhat against my will.  We are doing the Dolphin Run 5k at Sam's school in October.  And I just didn't want to do this one in the meantime!  I was NOT pumped about it at all.  I didn't feel ready.  So this morning when we were stretching just before the race started, I thought, "Okay, I have GOT to get psyched!" 

The race started and I took off running.  Which was great until I stopped to walk.  I ran and walked the whole way.  I picked out two ladies near me and made it my goal to beat them.  Sometimes they'd run and get in front of me, so I'd run and get back in front of them.  It helps me to have something to focus on.  Or I'll tell myself..  Okay, just run past 4 more light posts and then you can walk a little.  I have to play mind games with myself.

Finally, towards the end, one of the volunteers was trying to talk to me as I went by.  She said I was doing good.  And  I was like..  uhh, thanks.  Not to be RUDE, but I'm just not up for chit chat when I'm in the zone!  And then she asked me if this was my first race.  NO, I'm just in the back of the pack, but thanks for pointing that out!  When the lady with the stroller passed me, I knew I had to pick it up.  I had Shannon in my head going, "One!  Two!  One!  Two!  Keep that pace!"  That's what she says in cycling to make sure you're going fast enough.  :)

Finally I was rounding the corner and I saw Maggie coming.  She was already finished, of course, but she came to help me finish.  She motivated me to jog the last bit to the finish line.  I thought I might barf, but thankfully, I didn't.  I did, however, smell like an Asian water buffalo.  No lie.  So I beat my Buford time by like 4 mins.  And this time there were FIVE people behind me instead of one..  Hey, it's an improvement, right?!

I hope I'm not too sore tomorrow!  I'm just taking it easy right now until I have to get ready for my date later tonight.  ;)  Don't worry, I showered.  Until next time...

New Blog Address

Well, as you can see, the blog address has changed.  It's now www.thisislizzie.blogspot.com.  Please share it with people in case they're not on my email list!  I don't want to lose any of my faithful readers.  :)

Sooooo much has happened since my last post.  First of all, I got laid off three weeks ago.  So there's that.  But actually, it's been okay.  I hated my job anyway.  I'm job searching right now and hopefully I'll find something soon.  In the meantime, I've been enjoying my time off.

But let's get to the good stuff..  There's a new man in my life.  :)  We're taking it slow, but things are really good so far.  He's sweet and wonderful and makes me feel pretty.  And he makes me mix tapes!  Well... CDs..  What's not to like?  ;)

As far as the diet and exercise..  Ehhhh...  I've been going to my classes at the gym.  And I've gotten lots better at cycling.  I actually ENJOY it now!  WHO would have thought that was possible?!  The diet...  Not terrible, not great.  I need to get back on track with that.  Last time I weighed in, I've maintained.  So at least I didn't gain.

And next Saturday..  Maggie has signed me up for a 5k.  EEK!  I really don't feel ready...  BUT I hope I don't do horribly.  My goal is to not come in last. http://www.tangeroutlet.com/Race/Race.aspx?Center=charleston

So that's my life right now!  Sorry I've been MIA!  Fire away if you have any questions.  ;)

Whoop! Whoop!

So many things to post about!  Okay, well first of all.. I hadn't really weighed myself since Florida.  I was too scared!  But as of this morning...  I have lost 7 more lbs!  So 38 lbs. total!  I'm so happy!  That's almost 40 lbs.  When I did Weight Watchers a couple years ago, the most I lost was 44 lbs, then I gained it all back.  So to think that I'm almost there again makes me happy.  :)  40 lbs. is a big deal!  That's like 8 bags of sugar. haha  My lady lumps thank me.

Okay, let me go back now..  Last weekend, I went to Atlanta to visit Madeline.  We had an.. uhh.. interesting time.  No, really, I had a blast.  :)  I for one was totally sober on Friday night, however, our entire party was not.  ;)  Love you, Mad!  I had a really nice time, despite repeatedly being called derogatory names in Spanish by my own cousin that I cannot repeat here.  And the words, "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard" will never have the same meaning to me again.  After being verbally abused by my family members all weekend, I recuperated by the pool Sunday morning until it was time to head back to Chucktown.  Thanks for a fun filled weekend!  ;)

Tuesday night I went to the gym with Maggie.  Since my work schedule changed, I really can't get to Tread & Shed on time anymore.  So we just decided to do our own thing on the treadmills on the ladies side.  But we didn't slack off.  We still did lunges and walked backwards and all that nonsense.  I burned 620 calories that night, so not too shabby.  We were about to leave when we saw that the Zumba class was starting up.  We saw a family waiting for class to begin.  A middle aged mom and dad and their Shrek-like teenage son.  We were like..  SHUT the front door, we have to stick around to see this.

When I took Zumba months ago, there were maybe like 10-15 people in there.  It has since gained MUCH popularity at my gym.  There were about 35 people in that class!  These Zumbadeers (as I've dubbed them) are hardcore.  They bring their own little sarong things to tie around their waist that have little jingly coin-like things on them.  So when they're booty shaking, it makes noise.  It's hilarious!  Like every other person had brought one to put on.  Where does one purchase such an item?  Okay, I just answered my own question.  For the low, low price of $10.95, you can purchase one of these lovelies online in a variety of saucy colors!

Okay, back to the weird middle aged couple.  The dad was kinda short and paunchy and was wearing no shoes with tube socks up to his knees.  His cotton shorts and too tight t-shirt were scary enough when he was stationary, so while rump shaking, he was quite a sight.  I never wanted to see that man pretend like he was riding a pony, but I did.  The ogre-like teenage son was wearing an orange shirt with a jack-o-lantern face on it.  He was standing awkwardly in the back of the room.  The dad was at least trying really hard to do the moves.  Trying and failing, but trying nonetheless.  Jack-o-lantern was standing in the back swaying awkwardly from side to side.  Poor Jack-o-lantern.  When your dad shows you up at an otherwise entirely female Zumba class..  Yeah, that's bad.  He should just turn in his man card now.

There are some girls that can work it in that class though.  You can tell they've spent many hours in da club.  And some girls should do everyone a favor and never take that class again.  One girl in particular was shaking her money maker, which was even bigger than mine.  That's hard to do.  Her behind looked like two cats fighting to get out of a paper bag.  I thought they were going to kick me and Maggie out of the gym for giggling so much.

I think that's mostly all of my news...  Oh, except that I have special plans tonight....... ;)  But I'll post about that later after I see how it goes!  My life is pretty wonderful right now.  :)