I requested Jackie's latest book from the library. Yes, we're on a first name basis. If the chick can tell me
See, the thing is, we had a party and some friends brought me a box of candy. Pralines, to be exact. Yummy, delectable, no self-control pralines. I ate the whole box in 30 hours. That would be ~2,000 calories. To my credit, I ate cleanly when I wasn't shoving sugar smack in my face. Progress.
So here's the thing. I'm exercising. I'm lifting weights. I'm using the elliptical. I'm using my yoga mat. I'm weighing in on my scale that I'm convinced is broken... and I'm debating how much of my journey to get fit should be on the blog. Is anyone even reading this? Does anyone care that all I want is to fit into my jeans right out of the dryer? Maybe some toned arms for next year's sleeveless season?
Is it TMI to put my weight, fat %, BMI, and inches on the blog? I'm kinda game... I mean, this is an anonymous blog and all. No one knows me. Unless I get a book deal - then all bets are off. Well, that or if Jackie Warner shows up and makes me purge the pantry. And that's not a euphemism. What kind of euphemism, I do not know... but some people have really dirty minds.