Okay, I really wanna punch Puxatawney Phil in his fat little furry face, and say “Enough, already!” Please. Estimated 8 more inches today.
There is not enough wine in the world to compensate when your husband is home with you on a snowy weekend. Visions of snuggles, romantic dinners, candlelight, etc…..out the window. Mr. Type A was into laundry, dishes, softball drills, working out like a banshee brandishing a whip. His new name is “Cleaning Nazi”. Because he makes US do it.
As per the banshee-induced workouts….it was my own damn fault. Last time I try to do the right thing and buy that boy some new cycling dvds so he doesn’t get “bored” with his spinning routine. He also doesn’t like working out alone. READ: I really wanna vomit on this bicycle, but I know who’ll have to clean it up! (See Cleaning Nazi comment above)
Biggest Loser started this week at my school. I’m in charge. I do the weigh ins. Talk about temptation. It’s not the chocolate, wine, or martinis I’m talking, either. It’s the temptation that I’m the ONLY one who knows ten people’s weights. And some of them aren’t all that pretty. Just saying. Treat me NICE….
Speaking of Biggest Loser….my weight for the weigh in yesterday was the best of the bunch!!! I was happy. BUT…it’s kinda scary weighing in your clothes, after school, after eating and drinking all day. The number was a bit higher than what I’m used to seeing in the morning. But I guess it’s all relative. I will be weighing every time under those circumstances, so better get used to it!
I may just head to that tropical island yet…..I’m not giving up. Hopefully the Biggest Loser competition will tickle my competitive bone into finally getting rid of these last few pounds. Fingers crossed. Now, I’ve got to go get ready to work out. “Workout Nazi” is on his way home, and he’s already called to say he wants me to do the cycling workout with him when he arrives. Better go grab a barf bag…..