Carol: Giving Up, Fat Mum Jokes & My Weekly Update

OK, so I’ve given up.

No, silly. Not on this dieting/exercising hoopla, but trying to find two chubby Brits who want to participate in our fitness challenge.

Yes, it’s all rather disappointing. So, as promised, I‘ve now decided to start all my posts with a “Yo mums so fat…” joke.

Juvenile and immature, I know, but hey, I teach high school.

So here’s the first one…

“Yo mums so fat when she sits around the house, she actually sits AROUND the house.”

Now, now, I never said they were going to be good jokes.

Since I’ve got lots to do, here’s a speedy synposis on my week. I think I left on Tuesday…

Tuesday…

• Did the kickboxing thing in the garage.
• Refrained from pinning Doomsday Becky's photo on punching bag as previously threatened.
  
• Practiced a few Eagle poses.
• Fell over doing said Eagle poses.
• Went to yoga and commiserated with Missy Chrissy Pretzel about my intense dislike of drawing imaginary circles on the ceiling during Pilates Torture Time.
• Tried the Eagle pose again.
• Fell over again.
  
• Promised to suck it up and keep going with both the Eagle thing and the Pilates Torture Time thing.
  

Wednesday…

• Did the kickboxing thing in the garage again.
  
• Practiced a few Eagle poses.
• Fell over doing said Eagle poses.
• Getting better at singing along with my exercise tape
• Went to work. On newspaper deadline. Ate two pieces of Emergency Chocolate.  

Thursday…

•  No kickboxing this morning. Instead, went in extra early to work for newspaper deadline.

• Only ate one piece of Emergency Chocolate, but could have, would have and probably should have eaten a bunch more to improve a really snarky disposition.
• Yelled at the newspaper staff.
• Went to yoga, but didn't yell at anyone there.
• Worked on the Eagle pose.
• Fell over.
• Liked having Beth on the mat next to me because for once someone else was falling over as much as I was.
  
• Missy Chrissy Pretzel threw down some sort of smiling/laughing cow pose, but me and Beth weren't laughing or smiling.
  
• Missy Chrissy Pretzel got a bit bold and hopeful and then threw out some sort of crazy impossible pose. Yeah, like that's going to happen. Now, I don't like being a naysayer or a negative Nancy, but I'm feelin' a bit like Clint Eastwood in the movie “Magnum Force” when he says, “A man's got to know his limitations.”

Friday…

• No nothing this morning. Had to go in early to work for stupid newspaper deadline. Stayed until 6:30 p.m. for stupid newspaper deadline. 
• Ate one piece of emergency chocolate and went out and ate Mexican food. Oh, well. 

Saturday…

• Worked at the animal shelter for two hours cleaning. Figure that has to count for something.
  

Hope your week went well. Let us know. Is anyone out there reading this thing? Or are you like those chubby Brits? Mums the word? (Sorry, couldn't resist.)