Dig Deep Time

My back aches.

My muscles are sore.

My body is tired.

This whole working out 5 days a week trip is really starting to take a toll. I thought working out was supposed to give me energy but I was wrong. Pulling an old t-shirt over my head and slipping into my tights is becoming more of a task these days. I find myself looking for any excuse not to hop in car and drive 5 minutes to the gym.

Yesterday it rained.

YES!

The light shower was my ticket out. So I tweeted,

@GeorgiaDawkins "Definitely not going to the gym in this rain. #hangitup #flatscreen"

Unfortunately, my followers aren't letting me give in so easily. Immediately my best friend began pulling me off the sofa using everyone of her 140 characters.

"@GeorgiaDawkins UMMM! its not raining inside the gym!! #NoExcuses"

"RT @MsMedSkool4real: GeorgiaDawkins UMMM! its not raining inside the gym!! #NoExcuses
"I will commit to abs at home."

"@GeorgiaDawkins NOPE!!!!....take ya ass to da gym and get in your ENTIRE workout"



That's when I decided it was dig deep time and I brought it! Before I went to went I suffered through an intense ab workout accompanied by rigerous push-ups.





Meet Trudy.








Every time I step on the tredmil it asks me to enter my weight. This is the only time I lie. The deafult weight is normally 150lbs so, I simply press enter. Now, you know damn well I'm a good two hun'ned! I have deemed the whole "enter your weight process" a descrimination to fat people around the world. Why? Because I'm offended.

I've only lost two pounds thus far and maybe an inch but eventually I plan to tell the tredmill the truth and nothing but it.

Until then I will not tell a soul. No one will know my true weight but me, you and Trudy.