My neighbor puts a damper on eating chocolate

I remember how excited I was when I found out that one of my sorority sisters was moving into my apartment building. This was, of course, before I knew that she would be dragging me to 5:30 am bootcamps filled with people who look like tri-athletes. Her punishment is having to listen to me curse when I run. It has been quite an experience for both of us.

On Monday our "assignment" was to lift 5000 pounds over our head (lift as many reps as we needed to depending on the weight we were lifting to equal 5000 pounds). I couldn't even lift the bar before she put weights on it- since I'm a haus. I tried to get through it by thinking about chocolate.

Icing on the Cake- Literally

I think I've finally reached the weight I want for my before picture. Now I can get really serious about working out. My last few attempts went something like this:

1. Make a chart on the fridge to draw a happy-face on the days I work out. Instead of working out, I took the time to write excuses on each day's spot on the calendar about why I didn't work out.


2. Buy new work out clothes to motivate me. They still have the tags on them.


3. Eat whatever the hell I want so my "before" picture is very dramatic.

I think number three is really the icing on the cake...if you catch my irony.