Your next challenge is...

Those were the words coming out of Shelley's mouth just over a week ago. We had finished Body Attack (I lived) and were all chatting after class. I don't know if people realize just how terrifying these words can be! Thus far I've accepted every challenge but one, and that's because I'm still hoping to have a kid someday ;)

Body Attack provides three different option levels to workout. I, as if it isn't obvious, use the low impact options. Well, I USED them. That was her challenge. She wanted me to try the other options at least once each. Apparently she forgot that when creating Friday's Boot Camp. After about 3 minutes of Attack, my legs felt like they were going to fall off.

I would be the perfect cult member. In fact, my mom has a cousin in prison for being a Manson follower. Should I admit that? Oh well, we follow directions in this family :) At any rate, I didn't want to disappoint her. I tried every single option. I supermanned, shuffled, mamboed, flicked, super jacked, jump squatted... You name it.

I'll admit that I found a secret inspiration on Saturday, but confessing it will send me to hell. Let's just say that I pushed myself a wee bit harder.

I was dripping with sweat! My 75 tops were wet, my headband (picture skinny and worn as a headband) was soaked. I really decided I might have to start wearing a tank top. I mean, I wear a tank top, and a sports bra, and a t-shirt- but perhaps I'll trade the shirt in for another tank?!

I also almost talked myself into shorts. ALMOST. I looked at shorts and even bought a few pair of XXL. Puh-lease. Exercise clothes have a different size chart.
XS= size 1-2
S= size 3-4
M= size 5-6
L= 7-8
XL= 9-10
XXL= 10 1/2

Trust me. No shorts for the girl shrinking out of a 20. So I've given up on shorts. My only option is to buy dude shorts, and then I would look like a dude. Seriously.

I guess I'll stick to fat people workout clothes. However, if anyone is looking to start a product line, I suggest fat people exercise clothes.

Tomorrow at Boot Camp is a weigh day. I'm hoping to have lost a couple. I know where it is missing from. The poor girls are shrinking by the day. I'm less worried about tube socks with marbles and more worried about anklets with a seed. The Rainman says I'll be glad in 10 years when I don't have to get a reduction.

Oh- and my food cravings are changing, but we can talk about that later. Some of us have Boot Camp in 7.5 hours.

J