"That' Girl

First an update: I am doing well working out and sticking with it thus far. Its only been 3 days since the New Year but its all about small successes! I am going to weigh myself tomorrow, so keep your fingers crossed for me! Who knows what the number could be right now- but whatever it is...I will concentrate on making it smaller next time. Cause that is all we can do. The damage or lack of damage has already been done for this weigh-in. Its always tomorrow that will make the difference. That being said- I really hope it is a good number! I will take any number below the one that I am right now. hahaha...wouldn't we all?

I have a small story that goes along with my thought tonight. I want to talk about "That" girl at the gym. You all know the one I am talking about. "That" girl that wont stop talking to all of the guys, whose perfect genetics gave her this small little frame, she wears next to nothing to lift weights and strut all over the place. *Note: This is not a jealous rant. Even if I looked like that I wouldn't act like this.* Anyway, tonight at the gym I am trying to work out and really get into the zone when this little bitty girl wearing Under Armor from head to toe walks over to all of the muscle bound regular guys and talks, talks, talks! The talking didn't really bother me thanks to my Ipod, but to make matters worse whenever she decided they were done talking she walked right through my set!!! I could have....*sigh*
At any rate, I have seen her before usually her in yellow and pink booty shorts that are clearly for sleeping in. But nonetheless she seems to make her appearance just the same. I give her credit for working out, being healthy, genuinely trying to sculpt muscles onto her tiny frame even! But walking through my set is a whole other playing field.

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Okay so now that I got that off my chest I am going to finish making dinner and mentally begin preparing for my weigh-in tomorrow. I always dread scale days because the results will either make me jubilantly happy or ridiculously upset. Although, I must admit both results will make me push myself harder.
So early tomorrow morning with an empty stomach and completely naked I will be making the 30 foot walk to my bathroom and stepping onto the scale, exhaling completely and looking down at the number that appears. Here goes nothing.