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Thursday, Oct. 12, 2006 - 7:29 P.M.
It's Time. Again.
The time, my friends, has come. I HAVE to do something. I HAVE no choice.
I heard the bastard calling me the other morning, and I answered it's call. He was pleased to inform me that I am heavier than I have ever been in my life. Heavier than when I began this blog. Heavier than I was before I gave birth...INCLUDING my twin pregnancy! Think about that. I am heavier right now than I was 19 1/2 years ago, ready to birth twins.
What a horrible place to be in.
A couple of things happened recently that prompted me to begin listening for the call from the bastard. One was a student, who has some real problems talking on-topic, was saying some random shit when I was in his classroom a few weeks ago. He talks nonsense a lot, but then I made out the words, "fat like huh" ('huh' representing the way he glides his final /r/ sounds in words, as in the word 'her."). It registered, after he said it three times, and then I looked at him. He looked at me and said evenly, "Like YOU!" Now, this is a kid I like, a kid who likes me. He wasn't being mean, he was being honest.
I smiled and said, "yes, I am fat, but you know you have to be careful when you use that word, because you might hurt someone's feelings." Then another boy in the room, who recognized that student #1 had waded into potentially dangerous waters, attempted a rescue.
"He didn't mean, FAT, like he didn't mean you were FAT," he smiled nervously.
"Yes, I think he did, and that's ok, but calling someone fat might hurt someone's feelings."
"No, no,no...he just was sayin'...he just meant...well...you're GOOD sized..." (followed by a long uncomfortable pause while he smiled at me, thinking he'd done me a favor).
~sigh~ Like I said. It's time.
I do have a plan this time. And it doesn't involve TrimSpa, although I admit, that was going to be my next trick. No, I have someone who is going to help me with the physical stuff, that being my chiropractor. I have to increase my cardio, but I have been afraid to because I have such pain in my feet, knees, and back when I do. So, he's going to train me twice a week, and will be available for treatments should I need them. And he will be able to keep a close tab on my joint issues. And he has the biggest damned bowflex I have ever seen in my life in his office. So, twice I week, that beast will be beating my ass (the machine, not the doctor...although that's not such a bad image....give me a moment........
I'm back.
Yeah, the dietary modifications will be there as well. But this time, I want to add a special something. I need some company. I need some folks on my team. So I am announcing a Diaryland Fit-Club. It begins officially on October 15, and will end no time in the foreseeable future. Rules will be forthcoming.
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