March 13, 2009
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tonight’s insanity
Since I went ahead and registered for “sculpt in four weeks” Sarah and I felt obligated to continue attending classes. We arrived with our crabby and achy selves and were met by our adorable and welcoming yet hugely badass instructor Victoria, and our gym-addicted buddy Tanya, the big show-off. (Tanya, need a photo of you being the teacher’s pet right here. We can get that one next week.) Sarah and I are improving for sure, but some things are just not do-able for either of us. There might have been cries of “I need a pulley! Someone get me a jack!” And I do believe I heard someone mutter, This teacher is surely the reincarnation of Torquemada! but that might have been my imagination. At one point Sarah was just sitting on her mat looking around, and Victoria asked if she needed more clarification about the moves and Sarah said, “No, I’ve just decided I’m going to be a fatass.”
We made it through the class and Sarah was starving. “I wish I had a cheezeburger.” So we got her a cheezeburger.
We felt very guilty about eating extravagantly after exercises. And also about being shlubby in the nice restaurant:
But not that guilty.
On the way home, I heard Fat Bottom Girls on the radio.
Comments (4)
“No, I’ve just decided I’m going to be a fatass.”
Best response EVER.
The caption of that photo of Sarah should be, “Best Cheesburger EVER!” I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone enjoy a cheeseburger so much.
Your last sentence made me laugh out loud. I heart you, Pam.
That’s awesome. And you even used shlubby in a sentence for me.
You two may look shlubby, but it’s possible that it only seems that way in comparison to that fine looking burger!