Wednesday, December 7th, 2005
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I’ve been busting my ass at the gym of late and I was feeling pretty good after a particularly tough work out. After I walk out of my spin class, I get ambushed by a personal trainer there. Yikes! Did my ass jiggle just a little too much when I walked by. He wanted to work out with me, and being the suker that I am, I gave in and made an appointment with him for next week. *sigh* I felt so depressed I came home and ate some Doritos.
Doritos are a good depressed-binge food. Not really fattening. You could have really gone off the deep end and ate a half gallon of Edy’s ice cream. So it’s OK Eve.
Ummmm…I must say I’m dissappointed that you ate the doritos, but buck up. This trainer could be a very big blessing in disguise. You could reach the weight goal your aiming for in a smaller amount of time.