Well...let's get started. Kind of.

3-13-11
I don't know what came over me today.  But something did.  Before I knew what hit me, there I was ordering yet ANOTHER exercise program on the Internet.  This time I ordered Tracy Anderson's...Metamophasis.  I have a closet full of DVDs promising to get my fat ass in shape.  Obviously I have issues. 

Anyway, I decided that this time I better do something different if I want to see results.  Which is why I'm doing this stupid, yet necessary (I think!) blog.  I don't think I'm a big fat whale, but I don't think I look good either.  I'm just OK when I see myself in the mirror.  Actually, not OK.  Less than OK.  I have major work to do.  I want to be lean, toned, skinny, cute, tan...I'll stop.  Of course, this exercise program promises to do just that.  Well, not the cute and tan part, but that is another story.  So, I am going to do my best to commit to this workout. 

I did my research and I learned that this is a 90 day thing, and I have to exercise 60 minutes each day (which can be broken up into two 30 minutes sessions).  It sounds doable.  If I start this nonsense over Spring Break then I should look halfway decent by the summer months.  Halfway decent...that's a goal, right? Speaking of goals, I think I better set some.  My goal is not to lose weight.  I'm seriously at ease with the scale.  I wouldn't mind if I dropped a few pounds, but that isn't my main goal.  My goal is to lose the jiggly.  Yes, jiggly.  Jiggly arms, jiggly belly, jiggly ass, super jiggly thighs.  Oh, the thighs.  I guess this little set arrives with it's own special tape measure.  That should be fun.  Measuring myself...I could cry just thinking about it. 

Now, here is what has been on my mind all day.  The BEFORE pictures.  I think I should get in little to nothing, and take pictures.  However, who is going to take the pictures?  OMG.  I can't be Dan. It's too embarassing.  How sad is that?  I told you I have issues.  Maybe Kylee can do it.  Well, I have no other choice, so I guess she is the "winner".  I am not sure when these pictures are going to happen, but I think it's a necessary step in my road to Toneville.  I have visions of me taping these horrid pictures all over my house as a constant reminder..."JESSICA, GET YOUR FAT ASS DOWNSTAIRS AND WORKOUT".  However, I have a feeling nobody will see the pics but me.  Now, if for some reason, this Metamorphisis creates miracles then y'all might be able to see the AFTER pics.  Maybe.  Probaly not.

So...dear friends, I have created this blog so that I can write about this little journey and hold myself accountable.  Feel free to read and comment.  Feel free to come in my basement and endure the torture with me.  Feel free to laugh your heads off at my idiotic self. 

JL