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Fay: Cupcakes in America? Missy...you have no idea.
Oh, no, after yesterday I think I really do!
This was the link:
WARNING! Do not click on link unless you are braced for
really seductive cupcakes threatening your dedication to Low Carb! (I recommend cheesecake/sugarfree chocolate as a mandatory In Case Of Emergency Bust Wrapper standby...)
http://www.yummycupcakes.com/yummy.html
I went to the gym last night, and I'm going to the gym again today. I rock like a rocking thing made of rock in the Rockies!
Also, I'm thinking that, especially as it's lighter earlier these days, I'll maybe start getting up at 5.30 instead of 6 and doing 20 minutes or so of my exercise DVD - I really need to work on muscletone and do something about my truly hideous flabby fat arms and my tummy, instead of just using the treadmill for cardio.
(At this point, despite having paid up front for a Personal Trainer, I do not WANT a personal trainer. I would rather they bugger off and let me get on with it. Frankly, a grinning thin chick is THE LAST THING I want to deal with while I'm in the gym. In a few months time, it may well be a different story, but for now - no thanks. Really. Back the feck off, bitca, and let the fat white chick jog in peace.* I know that weights would be a good idea, but after the sheer horror of the whateveritwas machine that the Personal Trainer chick tried to make me use [which had my thighs STILL hurting 5 days later, after using it for TWO MINUTES] I'm pretty much in a 'screw you guys - I don't need the discomfort or the humiliation' headspace.)
* ...why yes, I was highly irritated to have one of the Personal Trainers sidling up yesterday and trying to engage me in fecking conversation WHILE I WAS JOGGING AT 9K. I mean - What. The. Feck? Can you not see that I am a fat chick JOGGING?
Why would I want to start talking to you right now, total stranger? I understand that she was trying to make money, but, seriously, I was more inclined to punch her in the freaking nose. And after "No thanks, I already have a personal trainer" she was all "Oh, what's her name?" At which point my courtesy and composure very nearly left me, and I was saying "I don't remember - GOODBYE NOW" through a rictus-style grin.