So, I have this friend (we will call her Martha) and she is trying to really help me get back on track and start making healthy choices for myself. The other night, we were at her and her boyfriend's house and they had made some pasta for everybody. It had olives and mushrooms in it, which I am NOT a fan of, but I ate it anyways. Let me tell you folks, that ish was bomb.com. Anyways, it was about 9 pm when we were eating it (which is really against my weight loss policies, but when you are a guest, there isn’t much you can do). I finished my little bowl and I go back for seconds. I have my bowl filled up again with this heavenly concoction, and I turn around and BAM. My world is ruined. Martha says to me “put the bowl down. RIGHT NOW.” Ugh. What a Debbie downer.
Anyways, the moral of this blog post is kind of to refer back to my post a while ago about how I really am feeling like I am in this by myself. I feel so much better now that I know that I do have a friend that is going through the same thing as me (she has gained maybe 60 pounds since I met her 4 years ago). She also happens to have a brother that just joined the Marines. Enter my own personal Hell, I feel. Martha says to me “why don’t you come over at 6 am on Monday morning and you can do the workout with me and my brother”. Well shoot, why WOULDN’T I want to haul my butt out of bed at the ass crack of dawn on a holiday to come and do bootcamp style torture with your bro-ham? Buuutttt, I think I am going to try to make it anyways because I need all the help I can get.
Wish me luck folks. Apparently I will be able to do 25 pull ups at the end of the summer. Ha.