Ok, first of all, my trainer

singles me out during leg lifts (Trainer: "I'm waiting for Sheri to get her ass off the ground." Me: "I'm waiting for you to kiss my ass!") and then he turns the fact that I didn't wear yoga pants into an event. Trainer: "Sheri's wearing tights? You finally got rid of those too-big culottes? I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO SHERI'S TIGHTS." #mitchiwillcutyou

Tonight, I went to a wedding that was held in a funeral home chapel of a graveyard. The reception was in a place where people compete cows. I caught a fraction of the bouquet. I am totallly fucked up and freely admit that this is a drunk post. I love you chicks, good night!

Different machine in a completely different building...and I still can't get any chips!!!

So after I got home I was greeted by my dog. She has been able to comfortably sit on one of my legs because my legs were so large. This morning, however, she couldn't. She had to sit on my lap. She then gives me this really mean look, as if she was thinking, "Human, what the hell

did you do to my bench?"

DRUMROLL!

It happened. It finally happened. The best that I could do for years was get into the high 2-4's. Today I got into the 2-3's!

100th BOOTCAMP CLASS!!!

Wow!

After bootcamp, I noticed my shirt seemed longer. This shirt has never gotten past my hips before. I was even wearing a longer shirt under it to avoid flashing my belly. The shirt hasn't changed...I HAVE.

Playing catchup

I'm SEVERELY behind on posts. To update I've been in a bootcamp for almost 100 days now. So much work to do...