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I signed up for five more weeks with Angel. That's M, W, F plus
Sat. Yes, it's a lot. No, I don't think I'm overdoing it. If I had the money, I'd do Bootcamp seven days a week.
I was not happy on Friday when I weighed in with her. Her scale not only told us my weight, but also body mass index. 37 percent of me is fat. 37 percent is LARD. No bueno. I wasn't surprised, but I didn't feel good about that. She didn't say anything, but I think she could tell by my face I was put out by it. Then she had to measure my body parts -- chest, arms, thighs, hips, waist. I didn't want to look. She didn't bother to show me the index card, either. She probably knew I'd be really upset then.
When she asked did I want to take BEFORE photos, I refused, so she put me up against the wall anyway and said "You're taking photos." It was a mug shot for criminally fat people: front shot (don't smile) and side shot (don't smile). The only thing missing was the little sign in front of me with my stats. She did not need to tell me not to smile. I was pi**ed off and really quiet. I wasn't mad at her, I was just... mad that I've lost 17 pounds, but that I'm still MORBIDLY OBESE. She was like, "OOOOOH SHE'S MADDDDDD!" I managed a smile and left.
Well, tomorrow starts a brand new Bootcamp for me. Forget the 37 percent. In five weeks, that number will be lower.
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