Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 24 September 2014

My workout partner needs to kick it up a notch.. or ten. I've manages to workout 2 days in a row this week despite all the groaning and whining. Granted.. the first day was only for 17 minutes and 56 seconds. It would have been longer but I swear all my partner did was stare at my boobs the entire time I was on the elliptical. 6 minutes in.. he was snoring. No joke.. my boobs put the guy to sleep. Should I be proud of this? Next thing I know there was a giant fart noise that lasted a good minute or two and I panicked.. I jumped off the elliptical and gave up.. because well.. he was strapped to my chest and I've had two other kids before. Poop filled diapers are scary enough as it is. Poop filled diapers strapped to your chest?!?!?! No thanks. I actually broke my ear buds jumping off the elliptical when they got stock on the cup holder. No joke. Poopy diapers are not something to play around with.. now if I could just figure out a way to get them to follow me. I could be a sprinter or win a 5k.

My workout buddy:



Day 2.. we did better. The partner lasted 8 minutes before he was drooling.. on my boobs. This distracted him into letting me workout for an entire 30 minute workout. And.. it kicked.. my .. butt. I thought I was in shape before. Now I've added resistance. Holy crap!! Not literally. There was no poop this time. I waited until after a poop to workout. :)

Only 2 more weeks left before I go back to work. And.. I'm in a size 16. All my size 16 jeans have holes and were baggy barn pants. Great for the barn. Bad for work. Poop.. I may need some temporary work clothes. Or elastic bands. I vote for elastic bands.. and stretchy things. " width="100%"/>