So after spending a good amount of time choosing my new scale (who knew how many different styles and price points there were to choose from!), I was all excited to get home and try it out. Until that is, I actually stepped on it. Um. Apparently when I reported weighing 153 the other day, I was rounding down. WAY down. And while this is a place for honesty and venting and all that, I don’t feel comfortable with sharing yet. Maybe after a few weeks when I’ve made some progress, yes. Right now – no. Hell no.
However. If there was ever motivation to start the 30-Day Shred, I can truthfully say that was it. You know how they say you don’t start to get better until you’ve hit rock bottom? Yeah, well I’ve hit rock top. After I saw what the scale said, I immediately put my hair into a ponytail, slapped the reliable old sneakers on and told Jillian to bring it on, baby.
Of course that’s the last memory I have before waking up on the floor out of a complete blackout. Kidding. But not by much. I’m very glad Brian wasn’t home to witness this spectacle; it was bad enough the dog watched the entire time, because it wasn’t pretty. I now know what everyone meant when they described it as a religious or near death experience. Holy shit. I’m sitting here red-faced, sweaty and trembling, wondering if I’m going to have any motor function tomorrow.
I can see where after doing this for a month you see results. In fact, I’m counting on it. In the meantime – Jillian you dirty whore, I will see you again tomorrow. I can hardly wait.