Dear Diary...

Dear Diary,


This week at bootcampwithjess has been a big blur. I still have a pulse and am not in traction so that is good.

Today I went to the 6 a.m. session. Dear Diary—you know I am allergic to early mornings, but I missed the Tuesday workout to drive to Elk Snout and needed to make it up.

I met a new friend. Her name is Endorphin. She only stopped by for a few minutes, but she is mighty persuasive. She told me I should sign up for the next session and start going at 6 a.m. every day.

My friend Diet Coke is kind of ticked off at me for considering it.

There is a raging battle ensuing—I just know it.

Pre-battle scene:

Endorphin thinks I can do better

Diet Coke thinks I am fine the way I am

I’m not sure who’s right. Maybe my older sister is on target, and I am STUCK ON STUPID!

Day Eleven - (un)Justly Accused

My sister-in-law (who is an exercise freak—you know you are, M) has more than broadly hinted that I may actually like this punishment known as BootcampwithJess. It borderlines on accusation even.


I checked a couple of facts:

FACT: I asked my instructor to give me a list of exercises I can work on while I am out of town next week—in a hotel without a workout room.

FACT: I actually checked the hotel amenities to see if they had a workout room.

FACT: I pushed myself on Friday to do pushups after my 55-minute elliptical workout.

FACT: Tonight I saw a signup sheet for a THANKSGIVING DAY workout—and I hurried and signed up because there was only one spot left.

FACT: Something is seriously wrong with me.

I need my head examined. A copy of the brain scan:

This clearly indicates that the lack of Diet Coke over the last two weeks has resulted in a severe shortage of chemicals to my brain and I am suffering from serious mental incapacity. Yes, you guessed it:

Dementia.from.absentia.of.carbonation.phosphoricacid.caramelcoloring.caffeination.syndrome

Intervention is needed! Anyone…anyone? Hurry, before it’s too late!

On the other hand, I have lost 3 lbs. since I started…