So, I joined The Biggest Loser Challenge at work today . . .
>> insert look of utter disbelief <<
I know right. . . I had to weigh in . . . in front a man . . . who is my co-worker . . . and now knows what I weigh. Because I refuse to go through this misery can't keep the joy to myself, I beggedforced invited a girlfriend of mine to come along for the journey (#skinnypact). In addition to the treadmill, mini trampoline, hand weights (I also have a shake-a-weight which proves I will buy anything) and stationary bicycle I have in the basement, these are my weapons of "mass destruction."