He Thinks I Can, He Thinks I Can

To family and friends and even strangers who may happen to stumble upon this lowly site:

Please note the generosity, kindness and faith my husband Aogu has shown by allowing me to fork over an excessive, exorbitant, just plain expensive amount of cash so that I can have my booty whipped into shape by a couple of trainers at LifeTime Fitness. That's right, I am now a bona fide member of TEAM Fitness, which means that I'll be spending an hour of every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning for the next 12 weeks lifting weights and doing cardio. Not just any weights and cardio though; these weights and cardio will keep me carefully in Zones 2 and 3, just under my anaerobic threshold (AT) so that I burn fat (BURN, FAT, BURN) and not carbohydrates, or, more horrifically, muscle. Got that?

I don't know if I've got it, but I do know that I've got 15 extra pounds riding on me that haven't budged in the 11 weeks since I abruptly went from being pregnant to not. And furthermore, that 15 was on top of the 10 that I never got around to losing before I got pregnant with Ai in the first place. Many of you, most notably including Aogu, are kind and accepting and tell me earnestly that I don't look so fat, or it wouldn't be bad for me to get pregnant again without losing it. But I just can't feel that way. Neither can I seem to get ahold of this thing on my own.

So it's with trepidation and a tiny bit of hope that I join TEAM Fitness and say to you and to Aogu, I promise to do my best!

Thank you, kind husband.