Monday, January 25, 2010 (Day 2)

Still having a rush from working out this morning.  Maybe dampened a little by my soreness.  I’m not too incredibly sore because I’m trying to take it easier than I typically would my first week of working out.  The rolls of fat on my back are sore.  Weird, I know.  And the roll of fat on the side of my butt cheeks are sore.  My usual problem is shin splints, so I’m happy to report none of that!  I realized today that a huge part of my motivation is coming from wanting to show the beast Inge that I’m better than her.  I’m pretty sure her problem with me stems from jealousy.  I’m 10 years younger and I’m the one married with two kids.  I’m the paralegal making more money and she’s the secretary.  She drives me nuts with her tight spandex shirts and rolls bulging out everywhere.  I find it funny that she didn’t befriend me when I worked at CNM before – when I was thin.  It wasn’t until I gained a lot of weight that she started talking to me.  I’m going to be thin and smokin’ hot, and that’s going to eat her alive!  I can’t wait!  I can’t wait to look like I did before.  I loved my clothes.  I can cut my hair short and sexy when I’m thin.  I can’t wait to have the energy, motivation and stamina to play with the kids.  I don’t like to struggle trying to step up into the bus.  I want to buy lingere.  I’ve never put on a sexy lingere or even a silky nightgown.  It’s going to be red.  I’m not going to wear anything with a tag marked with one or more X’s.  14…12…10…any of those, amazing!  Did I mention I’ll be 175 by my 31^st birthday, in August?  And I’m going to be thrilled to be in pictures.