I can't even write it out, that's how disgusted I am with this entire thing.
We are in the home stretch, people. At midnight on Saturday we will officially end this ridiculous challenge. Some will gloriously run past the finish line, boasting hundreds of pounds lost and thousands of hours of sweaty exercise.
Others, like me, will crawl across the finish line with a frappuccino in one hand and a brownie in the other. I am counting down the minutes, people. COUNTING.
No more working out at 10:30 pm just to squeeze in another 30 minutes.
No more office Fare Shares that resemble the Dust Bowl.
No more loathing, cursing and beating-up of my treadmill.
No more bitterness towards others who have far-excelled at this challenge, bitterly coveting their svelte figures while eating Oreo balls.
No more attempts at new work outs where you hear things like "shred," "ripped," and "extreme muscle confusion."
No more feeling guilty if I eat a cupcake...or five.
Freedom is right around the corner, peeps. I can taste it and I can't wait to dive in.
Oh, and yes, I do feel healthier and all that rot. But whatever.
You look AMAZING! You've totally OWNED this IFCOD! I give you the Gold for most persistent. If you were in my office, I would give you a cheer. With a cartwheel. (Which would be really quite spectacular since I'm not dressed for doing cartwheels, but whatevs).
ReplyDeleteYAY SARAH! V for VICTORY!!! S FOR SATURDAY!
Love, your Seester aka the Cheering Section from the couch
Woo Hoo! Can't wait for it to be over and to be rid of this silly spreadsheet that taunts me every time I open it. Wah! :/
ReplyDeletePlan on celebrating by eating lots of wedding cake on Saturday! :) YEA! TAKE THAT JILLIAN MICHAELS!
:-)
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