So, I'm participating in a family biggest loser. Grad prize is $1000.00 for a shopping spree for clothes to wear on your new "hott" bod! Well...I'm losing. And not in the good way. I'm not losing to everyone. Just one. And I hate losing. Especially since I know the person I'm losing to reads my blog and will see how mad at myself I am for losing to her. Makes me so mad that I feel the blood about to squirt out of my eyes! No not really...I just wanted to be as dramatic as Glenn Beck:)
So, I'm done. No more sitting around the house wishing the fat to fall off. I obviously can't count on just controlling what I eat at this point. Gotta move some limbs. And if you thinking in your head "I thought she was doing rugby",...well I was. But I quit. So I'm a quitter on top of a loser. Awesome. Turns out rugby is freaking hard. I keep telling myself that I did just have a baby 4 months ago and have been pregnant for like the past 2 years...so cut myself some slack. But it's starting to seem like a fluffed up lame-butt excuse! That and I was trying to get a job at walmart because they pay a lot here! I'm getting off topic. Point is....
I'm a loser
I guess it's a good thing I haven't made any close friends here because I'm sure they would hate to the know the truth about me! But I try to pump rainbows and sunshine up my butt! So tonight I will walk to our church activity tonight! Take that you sorry excuse for a competitor! Wish me luck people!