In the afterglow of my rough draft, I took a minute to look around. My laundry had piled up, my dishes had begun to grow their own food, and my children asked who I was. (Disclaimer:This post will be highly exaggerated for comedic effect).
So I joined a gym to work off my revision (and rough draft) weight. When I got there, I was highly intimidated! I mean, my GOD! Who were these Cylons? People growling as they lifted weights, flubberless models RUNNING on the treadmill as I panted next to them, trying not to fall off. It was horrifying.
And I set a goal. I'm going to lose some poundage in anticipation of the LA SCBWI conference which I just booked yesterday along with my girls, Heather and Mandy. By the way, I'm also an official SCBWI LA 2009 blogger with some fabulous people (see side link!)
In my ferverish attempt to fit in at ROBOFitness, I hired a personal trainer. I know what you're thinking, "Suz, you don't have a job! How can you afford a personal trainer?" Answer: "I don't have to buy as much food! I'm on a diet, remember?"
Expect bitchy posts from now until August!!
13 comments:
Oh you are in for a treat. My first week with a personal trainer I had to lower myself onto the toilet gripping the towel bar cuz my thighs were so sore. I couldn't raise my hands to wash my hair because they were exhausted from the effort of training. And I threw up. And this comment is *not* highly exaggerated. Or maybe your trainer will be nicer. :)
Not sure I like the sounds of "ROBOFitness." This business might just be a front and that "trainer" will end up selling you a time-share condo.
(Get the ocean front view!!!) ;-)
No really, I'll do some sympathy push-ups for you. And I promise not to mention ham for the next five months.
:-)
So I joined a gym to work off my revision (and rough draft) weight. When I got there, I was highly intimidated! I mean, my GOD! Who were these Cylons?
I KNOW! I mean what the frack?!
Seriously...these people must live at the gym. It's amazing they have lives outside of tofu, weight training, and triatholons!
I find myself looking for the thickest and tightest aerobic outfit I can find to hold everything in and smooth it out...lol. I'm so pathetic. Maybe if I stopped eating I could afford a PT too?!
Excuse me. Excuse me! You totally have a job. We're co-workers, chicka! Good thing, because protein is more expensive than sugar. Now go rock your risen angel non-cylon-ness! (btw, i'm totally doing the same thing...without the trainer)
Holly, will you be in LA??? And we can totally work out together in WA in May. Doing arm lifts with alcoholic beverages. haha
That last line -- CLASSIC.
Hey, we joined the work out train around the same time! Yay, fitness! (I think...haven't actually started my routine yet. My attitude may change.)
Dude, if you start now you're going to be a size -1 by August!
Ah, Christy. You underestimate my love for ho-hos. :-)
yeah for LA - me too!
I joined a gym a little while ago. Those flubberless models and grunting weightlifters are intimidating. It took me a full three weeks to venture toward the arm machines, yikes. And I won't even touch the free weights (though I'd like too). I think you have to start a steroid regimen and buy some American flag patterned weight lifting pants to go in there.
I was an athlete many moons ago and I am still scared of those people. Boo to them. Let's just watch 'Dodgeball' and eat bon bons.
Don't have a job? Girl, you have a SERIES. That's a job. So is looking fabulous, and you're so good at that I'm giving you a raise.
My goal is to get knocked up by LA and get massive. Massive, I say.
Oh, you'll do great, Suzanne. Pretty soon those flubberless ladies on the treadmill will be whispering to each other, "That's the famous author, Suzanne Young!" and then glaring at you in sheer jealousy! :-D
LMAO @ your dishes growing their own food. You mean they're not supposed to do that?
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