Just going to sit here and type and force myself to post. I keep erasing what I write and then getting up. Just a funk. Probably cause I skipped some pills. Cause I’m ignorant.
I did my turbfire this morning. I lasted for 22 minutes on the fire starter class, and did the whole stretch class afterward. I am not sure how helpful my moves will be do weight loss, considering I wasn’t doing ANYFUCKINGTHING they were doing, but I tried. She went too fast and I am about as coordinated as a walrus. But I will succeed dammit.
She kept saying, you’ll get it, you’ll get it. Then she said, any movement is burning calories. So I am not too depressed. Either I get it someday, or I develop my whole own routine. Either way I’m getting a workout. Eh?
I took pictures, but I deleted them already. I’ll take new ones tomorrow with a clean background. You could see mountains of laundry in the other ones, and I plan on showing them bastards off when I trim down. Can’t have a messy background. Will clean and take new pics. Gross fat ass pics of my lardiness hanging out in a bikini that is swallowed by mounds. Gross.