The plan to workout at 6:00 AM didn't pan out today either. I was still very sleepy after my lack of sleep the night before.
So now I am sitting here, after having just eaten a bowl of very yummy organic oatmeal with peanut butter and banana, waiting an hour to go work out.
I also am trying to avoid all of the perky skinny people that populate the fitness center downstairs in the early evening hours. I think I am the only chunky person that uses it, like ever. I am the Sesame Street quiz that goes something like "what doesn't belong?" Now, before you go all "you belong" or "you have just as much right to use it", I am clear on that. It is just tough on the ego. I have to fight through all the feelings of inadequacy. I mean, 110 pound blonde girls with perky tatties happily running away make me in my 252 pound largesse feel grossly inadequate. Not that I want to be 110 pounds. I want to look normal. I don't want to look like a skeleton. Although I am paying a doctor to give me the perky tatties when this is all over. I ain't working this damned hard to take off the weight to still have ones that point due south.
So, clock it. At 8:00 PM I will be heading downstairs where I hope to grab a treadmill and pound the hell out of it for an hour.
And how crazy was Biggest Loser last night? I did not see that happening at all. Please don't leave any specific spoilers in the comments as not everyone may have seen it yet.
Update: I did it. Now I have to get a good night's sleep and try to get up at 6:00 AM. Once I am on the schedule it will be easy. It is just getting on that is the problem.