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This isn’t pound cake we’re talking about.  No this is the real McCoy and doing it one pound at a time.

Grandma is awake, alive and in pain after the first night of UFIT Bootcamp.  I think the worst part is pushing muscle mass that has never been pushed before and then asking them for forgiveness the next day.  There was this little wheel with two handles coming out both sides and you have to roll it out in front of you and bring it back while on your knees. I have to say this again, “push it forward as well as your body and then come back to the original position.”  Ok, this looks easy, rolling away from you is no trouble at all, and just where do you think the strength comes from to bring yourself back? Not from this body, no sir –  I was flat out on the floor, rolled right past the point of no return. When I look up here is Gordon telling everyone, “I made these they are great, aren’t they, you like that?”

Somewhere in the middle of the night I could hear my left shoulder blade talking to my right, it said something like, “we are going to gather all those homemade rollers up and drop them over the Hillsborough Bridge coming home on Friday after class.”

So here we are Thursday again, each time I’m going to say this until I get it right, I’m back on track for one pound at a time.

It was excruciating to step on the scale for more than one reason.  We both know how much I love this digital talking scale.  I lightly step, ha ha ha, how do you do that anyway – I lightly step on the scale and it yells, “one at a time.”  You know what I said and it wasn’t nice and I shouldn’t repeat it.



Woohoo I’m down from weeks ago.

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Hello and welcome to my True to Thursday’s weigh in.

I’m a mama, a grandmama, a big mama at that.

Here it is Thursday again, I’m going to put it out there, I’m either brave, or foolish but next week my numbers will hopefully go down. On my “True To Thursday” change, challenge it is about being true to myself.  I’m by no means a strong willed person and I have a hold fast thought that, “exercising can be a brisk sit.

Today my weight is


This week I gained

.6 pounds

Aw, I feel like a little kid who just got her fingers slapped for doing something wrong.  I have a big upper lip and I’m pouting but I have only me to blame.  This week we had… wait a minute there is no we in I.  This week I had two sit down Thanksgiving dinners, one pot luck at the Red Cross association, one bottle of wine with our guests, one rather late dinner, 1/2 of a pumpkin pie, bread twice, and last night I drank one litre of 2% milk.

Recap of the past weeks.

week one; cut down on portion sizes.

week two; no carbs and switch to 1% milk.

week three; I need to drink more water than milk, ya that is an easy one.

Speaking of easy ones, it is easy to make excuses for not exercising. I can come up with the best of the best when it comes to exercising.  I also find crumbs and pinches are jumping into my mouth. These are ity bitties  that just fall off when I cut toast up for Anna – the last cut just seems to jump into my mouth.

So day 14 and 2 episodes later of Jillian Michaels the 30 day shred is about to take on a 3rd episode.

I compare the 30 day shred with something very distasteful like okra and eating sand clams.

She sits on the shelf staring me down day after day and I can hear her voice calling from my exercise mat.

I envision Jillian in her sweat pants with her little exercise team at her side and they wait each day for me to show.

This week I have a date with Jillian each day and well, I’ll be back.

I’m back, and feeling much better now that it is over with for today.

After putting the dvd in, and listening to Jillian go one and on about everyone feeling pain and pain is fear leaving your body and on and on then she goes into  how 400 pound people can even do jumping jacks that was it I’m starting to loose confidence in truth here.  I mean I have trouble with jumping jacks and well get real.

Moving on Jillian gives you the option of level 1 through 3 and I opt for level 1 knowing I’m in pretty good shape for my height and weight and I don’t really want to push the matter. I then have another option ya, I get to exercise with Natalie who is a fast pace gett’er done kind of gal or Anita who is exercising low to moderate and well I don’t want Anita to be exercising all by herself so I opt to follow her lead.

I’m doing it!,  even 30 seconds of jumping jacks without quiting.

Today I’m doing level one and it is a true passion of hate. I believe I saw an episode of “true grit” where the Indians had captured John Wayne and was torturing him.   Some of Jillian’s exercises make me feel like John Wayne being held captive by Jillian.

Meanwhile Jillian is telling me to keep going for another 5 more and feel the burning in the back of my legs, the real pain is in the front, back and sides of my legs if she only knew. I keep it up, driving me the 30 seconds to each workout.

It is finally over and I repel myself onto the couch. I’m feeling like Loonette the Clown in an episode of TreeHouse and the big comfy couch. Breath, breath relax the couch will solve all your worldly problems.

Okra is starting to look like it might be added to my vegetable menu if I’m not able to stick to this.

On the other hand I’m ambitious enough right now because I just had my workout and tomorrow will be the tried and true test as to weather I have real pain.

Well today is the starting of week three. I enjoyed your comments and encouragements over the past two weeks and I need them, every bit helps.



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