Bodpod. Let's chat about it again. You get down to your skivvies, put on a swimming cap over your hair and sit in the egg. Observe below;
Now, she looks happy and has hair, instead, the person sitting inside is cold, uncomfortable and lacking hair.
Since the last weigh in back in April, I've lost 6.4% breaking down to 28.6 pounds, 24.8 of that was fat and 3.8 was lean mass... meaning, get back to the weights girlfriend. That muscle is my best friend in burning up calories, so I'll be pumping some iron tonight :) When I lost the 5% I need to for this new competition, I'll be in the "Acceptable" rang of health, which is exactly where I want to be. Goal weight is 175. Here we go!!
Also, let's recap the weekend, because, what a weekend it was... if you think that that statement sounds exciting and fun, NO, it was the exact opposite. I made a COMPLETE fool of myself and am vowing that after this Biggest Loser Contest, I won't go back to drinking that much, ever again. EVER. I'm going to gloss over the nitty gritty while still giving you the drama.
I went to a family friend's wedding in which a lot of my high school classmates attended, along with my parents, sister, and parent's friends. Some of these people have known me since I was in diapers. The ceremony was great, the bride was beautiful and the groom was beaming. After the ceremony everyone headed over to a nearby hotel for happy hour before hitting up the reception. I thought we had more time than we did and ended up having to shoot my second vodka tonic down pretty quickly. By the time the short walk to the reception site was done, I was feeling a bit heated. By the time dinner was served, I was on my way to tipsy. One of my mom's friends wanted me to meet a guy she knows that she said was super nice and key word, single. I really, really don't enjoy match making, especially during an event like this, but she's so nice and knows me so well, I thought, surely this can't be bad, right?
Wrong. The reason 2 + 2 does not = 4 is because it went more like 2 + 8 shots of vodka = disaster. DISASTER I tell you. I was so drunk that I was dancing with this guy like I was at a club and NOT at a wedding attended by my parents. But wait, it gets worse... my drunk ass self decides we need to talk and its obviously quieter behind the pillar across from the dance floor. Everyone knows that pillars have magical powers that allow for conversation. Obviously this guy didn't know that pillar = conversation because instead of his tongue telling me what he does for a living and what color flowers he plants in his garden, it was down my throat. Wow... yeah, I just put that out there. I have to own it though, because EVERYONE knew I was "behind the pillar". Sorry Mom and Dad... definitely half made out with a guy I didn't even know, right in front of your eyes but behind the pillar.
After the lights came on, I somehow stumbled my way back to my parents, proceeded to chuck off my shoes and then walked to the car, through downtown, barefoot. We stopped to drop my sister off, I used her bathroom and drank water straight from the faucet and then got back in the car... I definitely don't remember that at all. First ever black out, go me.
Of course I finished up the evening and following early morning with my best friend, toilet. We're close, I even cleaned him twice in preparation for this event, I had had a sense of foreboding on Friday evening... I love throwing up in a super clean toilet :)
The only good thing out of this weekend was, my mom, sister and I got a great photo together and I get to frame it and put it on my desk... to always remember DON'T DRINK VODKA.
On a lighter note, here are the pictures I promised showing my mediocre cake baking/decorating skills;
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