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Showing posts from April 28, 2013

I went to the gym by myself today

This is a big deal for a fat kid like myself. Thanks Britt.  You know how tough it is to drop a few.


I just found out I'm doing the workout lesson wrong; apparently I'm supposed to be alternating workouts A & B. You feel me, bro? I know, me too. Well… No sense in stopping now. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing, and try to adjust when I'm done with this part. "A" for effort anyway?? <3 A Redhead

What's the dealy-o, yo?

Alright, now that you've dipped your toes into my blog (as have I, actually!), let's get to the nitty gritty. What am I doing that's got my yoga pants in a bunch? This book . C'mon, who doesn't  want those arms? It was recommended to me by my best friend who just popped out my adorable niece approx. 14 months ago. I'd always been told that women "can't" lift heavy weights because they'll bulk up and look like this: I'm here to PUMP (clap) YOU UP! If that's your thing, go for it! Whatever makes you happy. I'm not here to judge and expect you to do the same for me. I, however, am a smidgen too pale for the amount of sunless tanner required for that lifestyle, plus I prefer a softer, more feminine look. Given the information I'd always heard about how women should stick to 1-5 pound weights, that's basically what I've done whenever "using weights". Leslie Sansone decreed it.  But then my fr

Feels like the first time… with you.

Well hello blog world! I've had numerous blogs throughout my life, and I'm finally going to write the blog I never wanted to write: A fitness blog. I've read numerous fitness/weight-loss blogs, and they are [almost] all fabulous. They've got great pictures of these fit [wo]men, tasty recipes, and impressive stats of their gym time. But what about a blog before  they become these lean, mean, gym-crunching machines? I'm not necessarily saying that I'm going to become a lean, mean, gym-crunching machine, but… Wait a second. Yes. Yes I am saying that. Why not say it? I can do this! So what if I've been overweight my whole life? So what if I've heard countless snickers about my large posterior? So what if I can sit down with a bowl of sugary confections * and destroy that fool in 15 minutes flat? The only thing standing in the way of me, is me. It's certainly not my [amazing gym rat] fiance, or my friends or even my family. I'm the only one w