Can you guess how I got here?? Today was supposed to be a post sharing about how I like/love/or hate my FitBit, but it is going to be about how Donna “The Bad Word Trainer Nazi” kicked my butt for two hours. All I want to do at this moment is lay in the bed and utter curse words in her name. Donna has become a four letter word that should be spoken between gritted teeth followed by spittle. She has been after me to join in on these Weight Training Classes. I have wanted to be a part of them. She assured me that everything would be fine. SHE LIED!
I was having failure all over the place. I normally can do my exercises with relative ease — not ease — but without going to I Can’t Do Another ONE. Yeah, and I would try to do just one more, but it wasn’t happening. I was bonking everywhere! LORD HELP ME.
Yes, I went to the class willingly yesterday and TODAY. I had NO idea what it was going to mean to me. I had little idea of how weak I was going to feel. I had Onnie coming over to help me do bulk cooking today. I can’t even think about walking much less chopping and cooking. I wanna keep my fingers in place. Lord help me. I’m hoping my second set of thyroid meds will help give me a touch more energy. They are melting under my tongue as we speak (metaphorically). There is a dull ache in my muscles that let me know I will probably suffer a bit come morning. YIKES!
Oh and did I mention that I am starving!!!!!!!!!!
According to my Loseit.com I am 2,138 calories under, and Fitbit I need to eat a bit more, BUT that requires me to move … and moving is something I do not wish to do. I don’t even want to lift the spoon to my mouth. This leads me to my next thought …
Why does Donna need to die? Well, she was laughing while I was failing out, and groaning. I was still groaning in the locker room when I went potty. Yes, I am aware that I am using child language but I am around grand kiddos a lot … so there!! She laughed every time I cramped and spazzamed. She needs to suffer. I told her that I was going to make a post about her. Margaret always writes her e-mails that use very few words to communicate how stinky Donna has been. I’ve promised to post it on FaceBook so all her family can see what a Nazi she is … and how lucky she is I was too weak to harm her on the way out. Yeah … I am going to dream of how to hurt her. Yep … I will.
Anybody got any ideas??
That’s all for today.