previously mentioned, we rarely see snow in these here parts. AND if the weather proves too challenging for commuters, perhaps the school districts will cancel school resulting in a 4 day weekend for ME and my coworkers! One can only hope...lol.
So, I forced myself to workout today. As per my goal, that makes 3 out of 5 workouts completed this week, and since my "week" ends on Saturday, I must confess I failed to meet my workout goal. Tomorrow's workout will make 4, and 4 out of 5 ain't bad. How bout some good news (well good news for me)? A new management team took over our complex and they started making changes already. And one of those changes...A NEW TREADMILL in the "gym."
Yesterday, I shared my Frosties with you guys, and unfortunately Frosty will not make an appearance at this year's Polar Express event. Basically, my Frosties refuse to adhere to my butt giving a whole new meaning to the term assed out.
Definition of Assed out: To be out of luck
So, my ill fitting PJs got me to thinking:
When I look in the mirror, my weight loss seems surreal, but "wearing" old clothing, such as my Frosties and other baggy previously owned garments helps me grasp the reality of my successful weight loss efforts. Does that make sense? I just need to work on my brain and my eyes accepting the reflection in the mirror.
"Trina (my internal dialogue with myself), did your butt really fill up these pajamas last year or did I buy the pajamas a little bit too big? Then I answered myself, which is not a good thing. YEP, my butt was really and truly that BIG...big enough to fill up the seat in my Frosty PJs."