So, I stepped on & it said 125. Hmm, not bad. Not the best, but I cheated a bit this weekend.
Then I stepped off & it said "Error".
So, I stepped back on & it said 128 & that just doesn't seem right.
SO, I stepped back off & stepped back on & it said 73 pounds.
& that's when I threw that bitch in the garbage
So, no more. None. NO!
(I mean, I do plan on buying another scale eventually. Preferably with body fat % measurement capabilities, but for the time being.. Imma enjoy not having this asshole tell me how to feel every morning)
The title of this post has got an old song in my head that lead me to a-Pinterest-ing & I now have a very serious question:
I don't even.. I don't even know what... I mean, what is that? What is glowing? Are those reflectors? Are they worried about crossing the street at night at the 1999 Billboards awards while wearing all black leather so they were like
"hey, let's throw some mother fuckin' reflectors on that bitch. It'll be dope. Safety is the bomb" (or whatever we were saying in 1999)
Because that was kind of the internal theme of my work out at Beyond last night. I say kind of the internal theme, because I finally made it an external concern.
While doing stomach churning V-ups I asked Chad
"Have you ever had anyone barf while doing this workout?"
He responded with a chuckle that led me to believe he wasn't quite understanding the severity of the situation.
Ya know, it's so much worse the later I get into the day. If only I could always make it to work out at 5:30 am, but sometimes bed is better.
The workout was pretty intense-- is what I'm saying. But once I was done I get a high five & big celebratory shout of "you didn't throw up!"
& now I feel like this should be some fitness brand's new logo.
Bye, bye, bye, y'all!