Day 2

So here I am, sitting here, dressed in my 2XL Fall Out Boy shirt (thankfully, it's too large) and my grimy shorts (that I sweated in all day long), ready to go. I'm delayed in my exercising tonight but for a very good reason- my awesome friend Erin came to visit me and we yukked it up.
Saying yukked it up sounds ridiculously 50's to me. I can't pull off ridiculously 50's. This would be like trying to say, "Cool beans" (which my other awesome friend Sarah can pull off- sadly, the only thing I seem to be able to pull off is, "What the fuck you lookin' at?!").
Anyway, Day 2 of operation, "Stop Being Such a Fat Chick, You Fat Chick" is going well. The only problem I was having was cravings- they started to set in. Even for things I know I wouldn't normally like- like a Tommy's burger and tater tots. I can't STAND Tommy's food. I lived off it during Driver's Ed because that was the closest "restaurant" near the eight-hours-for-four-days class.
So yeah, cravings. But I did find out something interesting about myself: for certain foods, if I don't see it, I won't crave it. For example, frozen oreos (don't judge, they're friggin' DELICIOUS!): if I don't see them, I won't crave them. Like now- I know they're in our freezer, but I don't crave them. But, if I see them, my mouth starts watering. For me, it's mostly the visual stimulation of it. Although I gotta be honest: since going to In N Out last week with Sarah, I have super hugely been craving it. But I also know that when I would eat it I would just be super huge the hour after I ate it. I also can't even LOOK at chinese food without gaining two pounds.
I'd have to say today was tougher than yesterday, but at least the Civil War has come to an end. Also, I'm super sore from exercising yesterday, which is a good sign because it means it was working.
Currently, I'm using Jillian Michaels's Fat Shredder Thingy. The "thingy" part is what really adds to it. But seriously, I like it. I would recommend Jillian Michaels's workouts. Plus, she USED to be a fat chick, which makes me like her even more. If she can do it, so can I. As my friend Becca's mom once told her (bless you, Becca): "If you can read it, you can read it."
Sorry, it's super funny to me. I often throw random references into any of my conversations (or in this case, me talking to...whoever you are. Although I know two of you- I love you guys!).
Alrighty, I'm actually not going to blow it off- I'mma gonna exercise. I'm exhausted from working with three year olds, but I can do it dammit. I'm woman, hear me jiggle!
'Til tomorrow.