My first day and I've learned something already ... I don't have the right clothes. To make it worse I see people I know. Friends, employees, and oh for Pete's sake ... clients. How in the world will they ever respect anything I say again after they see me lying on the ground with my bum in the air and my shirt over my head? Having the right clothing is beginning to make a lot of sense. I want to feign illness and run out the door. Now might be a good time to go shopping.
My prayer: Please Lord, for the next hour protect me with a veil of invisibility but if not please cause everyone else in the room to go temporarily blind.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
If I'm going to do this, it's going to be with a personal trainer. Not because I think I'll get a better workout, but because I really don't want people watching me ... when I lose my balance and fall over ... and can't get up.
His name is "my trainer" and he's all of 22 years old. Which explains his messed up priorities. It's a battle of the wills. His will is for me to get fit and be healthy and as a result I'll have better looking thighs. Hmmmpf. For me, it's ALL about the thighs and if I happen to get a little healthier along the way, that's an awesome bi-product of having rock solid quads. I have a lot more experience than he at being stubborn. Let the thigh wars begin!
His name is "my trainer" and he's all of 22 years old. Which explains his messed up priorities. It's a battle of the wills. His will is for me to get fit and be healthy and as a result I'll have better looking thighs. Hmmmpf. For me, it's ALL about the thighs and if I happen to get a little healthier along the way, that's an awesome bi-product of having rock solid quads. I have a lot more experience than he at being stubborn. Let the thigh wars begin!
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