I have a New Goal....

But if I tell it in the first sentence, who will keep reading?

My poor body is struggling to adjust to the 4:30 alarm clock. By last Friday afternoon, I had horrible black bags under my eyes. I often (okay, daily) come home and go back to sleep for a bit. I mean, it is 6:00 am. What else do you do? Then I'm exhausted. However, I know it takes more than a few days to develop a habit... So I'll totally figure it out ( and accept suggestions).

Great story... You know how I made fun of a million Body Pump people last week? So Friday I walk in and Freedom and Melanie are all matching in their black and grey outfits. I, of course, made fun of them UNTIL Freedom points out that I matched too! Oh no!!! I'm becoming one of "them" ;) Then she proceeds to put her weight-lifting gloves on, drink coffee... She was killing me!!! On purpose!! It was a hoot.

Look, if you're a weightlifting person or you do Body Pump, I think there should be a rule. If you're lifting as much or less than me, you CANNOT drop your bar. Honestly, even if you're lifting more than me- unless you are lifting a real amount of weight- set (sit?) your bar down. If y'all read about someone going postal in an Alabama gym...it will be me over the slamming of weights. It infuriates me!

Okay, so today was the first day of Boot Camp! We all know what this means- the mile run. This is my third round.
April time- 16:16
May time: 14:52
TODAY: 13:52 (yeah!)

I had so much support. Melissa, my Body Pump instructor, ran the second half of the mile with me. She pushed me to keep going while sHELLey screamed/cheered me on from across the parking lot. My camp mates met me towards the end to root me on. Folks, these people are my true jock straps. You can't get better support anywhere else.

I'm also proud to say I did 37 push-ups!!!

So, my original bet with my Dad was to lose 50 pounds by December. I then decided I wanted to reach 200, then 175. I figure why not go for 163 and lose 100 pounds?!?!? Of course, I am not trying to do this by December, but it is a goal. The Rainman and I will then both be in shape so we can go to Six Flags (without me puking on someone)!

I've also decided to have a boob-a-thon! Please prepare to pledge how much money you'd like to donate per pound I lose. All proceeds will go to my replacement chest parts ;) Not really on the boob-a-thon, but my best friend looked at me this weekend and said, "I hate to say it, but your boobs are shrinking." No kidding! Are you there, God? It's Me, Margaret!

J