Day ??

Sigh. 

I am writing, finally. 

And I am thinking that I might be receiving several looks right now (if I were actually in your space). That being said: Fat girl has totally taken control of skinny girl's life.  Fat girl refuses to post pictures on this blog. Fat girl also refuses to exercise. Fat girl can't remember how to spell exercise. Fat girl has been eating a lot of sweets, and drinking a lot of soda. Fat girl is sleeping less and staying awake more. And fat girl just doesn't care. 

Tax return money came in. Fat girl was super excited b/c she was gonna let skinny girl go buy a Wii and get some Jillian games and then while playing fat girl figured she would let skinny girl have a turn. No - no Wii. Fat girl was even disappointed. 

Fat girl sat at the dinner table tonight with the missionaries. Exercise became a topic of conversation. Strangely the transition to the topic of exercise came from a conversation about unpleasant things, like chores. Was it a coincidence? I don't think so. 

Fat girl tried telling skinny girl to shut up - but no, skinny girl doesn't ever listen, so she had a say about exercise. She said exercising was hard (fat girl wanted to say stupid and torturous). Both fat girl and skinny girl were reminded of the fact that exercising is hard for the first two months. As I recall, "The first week isn't so bad. But after that your muscles start to break down (!?!?!?) and you hurt - and that's when a lot of people give up. Making it through the first two months is hard, after that, its easy." 

Well, yea, if my muscles are breaking then I should stop right? And it was right before my 2 month mark that I stopped working out. 

I got mad at Leslie. And I didn't want to do it. 

I am still mad at Leslie, and I still don't want to do it. I don't like the stair stepper and it doesn't like me. I like to eat candy and drink soda, and candy and soda like to be consumed. 

Maybe I will Zumba?

Day 44

Has anyone seen Leslie? I have been looking for her for a week. 

On Monday I went to find her, but she wasn't at the pediatricians office, or the pharmacy, or the nurses office at the school. 

On Tuesday I went to find her, but she wasn't on the couch or in the bathroom.

On Wednesday I went to find her, but she wasn't awake at midnight, and 1:30, and 2:00, and 2:30.

On Thursday I went to find her - and I thought I saw her, but she was being trampled upon by the cutest two year old in the world, I didn't get to her in time. It was a sad day...

Today I went to find her, but she was right next to Jillian, and Jillian was making one of those scary faces that says she is gonna "kick my ask" if I bothered  her so I left it alone. 

The good news in this week's shenanigans is that while I payed not a single lick of attention to what I was eating - I gained not a single pound! And I also got my husband's word that he would help me figure out the dreaded stair-stepper in the "gym" provided by the complex. (Treadmill is still broken!)