WILL THAT BE ONE GLUMP OR TWO?:

Another step closer to my goal, a pound at a time! This week I lost one pound bringing the total now to 38 pounds lost. Both the Sarge and I had expected a little better then that but what can you do. The Sarge scrutinized my food diary and of course picked it apart. I can no longer have three corn on the cob, only one...oh the injustice! I can no longer have three scrambled eggs, only two but I can add some egg whites...yek! I asked the Sarge how much egg whites can I have? She suggested getting "Egg Creations" and then putting in "glump, glump"! I of course asked the obvious question,how much is "glump, glump"? She stated glump, glump was exactly glump glump. I said what happens if it's glunk, glunk? Is that too much or too little as compared to glump glump? She said it is what it is. I asked her to put it into more specific terms of measurement. The Sarge said glump is one glump and glump, glump was two glumps! I knew I shouldn't have asked.

Did you know the human hair can hold 6.5 pounds of weight!? That means I could technically hang by 46 hairs...good to know should one be stranded on a cliff.

I was on the leg press again the other day and this time I was doing 350 pounds. I was quiet proud of myself and asked the Sarge to put on 400 the next time. The Sarge looked at me and said that the more I shrink the harder this exercise will get. I asked how that was possible? She said that because of my "girth" that I don't get the full extension. Ohhhhh...that really means I'm using my belly as a springboard! Well...when its a matter of survival you got to use what you can. During this particular exercise she had me do 50 reps while slowly taking some of the weight off...my butt is still sore!

One of the ladies( Tracey L) at the gym has made some overtures to wanting to join the Bodilogix Breakfast Club. I had to explain to Tracey that it isn't just a matter of showing up in the morning and having a workout...you have to present yourself with the appropriate attitude. You must be able to insult and harass your fellow members without flinching. You have to be brutally non-supportive...its a form of team building really. You must be able to give the insult and be able to receive an insult...it's the old give and take, the ying and yang. It comes down to embracing a lifestyle that not many are able to do; Don Rickles is our version of the Dali Lama. So Tracey L, if you can ying as good as your yang...we''ll consider you.

Here's an example of what I mean...Dave H (the old, old guy) stumbled over to the smoothie bar and said to me..."nice haircut...is it called the Fred Flinstone". I took it in stride (ying)...at least I don't have a mini-mullet (yang). You see how it works.

Yesterday the Sarge introduced me to a new exercise, which I have stated before that usually means pain! Not this time...just a little embarrassing. It's called the "sunshine"...that was my first clue. She brought out this large yellow ball (the sun) and I was to go side to side with it over my head...you know the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. I can't make this up people! So I'm now standing in front of the mirror with the "sun" over my head saying the sun rises and the sun sets...back and forth. The humiliation! I was waiting for her to pull out a mirror frame with no mirror and say " I can see Davey and I can see Johnny" . I'm no longer at Bodilogix, I'm in a time warp of Romper Room. Needless to say we only did one set of those.

Remember..."Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending" Maria Robinson.

Big Dave