Train Me - Personally!
I've bit yet another bullet (sugar-free!) and purchased 10 sessions of personal training at my gym. I'm one of those people that the diet industry just adores because I am very good at making purchases toward a "thinner me". Very good indeed.
Anyway, Natasha and I have a date with the dumbbells next Wednesday morning. It's not like I don't understand weight training or anything - it's more that I could use someone to scare and threaten me to do it and "Natasha" sounded like the most German / Cold War name on the list.
We're scheduled for 8:30am, two times a week. Which means being at the gym, changed, and starting up a little warm-up for 8:15am. Which means leaving the house by 7:15am. Which means getting up at BAAAHHH!am.
I've said it once already this week, but I'll say it again: Pray for me.
(the book)
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You can do it! All night loooong. :P
Who shall I pray to dear Jenna, dear Jenna? Who shall I pray to dear Jenna, dear Jen? Hah!
I pray to the goddess of tiny bums, waist and thighs for you. May she bring you strength when faced with beer and girly drinks. May she keep Natasha safe when you feel like smacking her in all her perky morning glory.
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