OK...back to getting into shape. I have been here two months. Since getting here...life has been CRAZY. I have worked (except for last week which was ONLY.. 97hrs) over 100 hrs a week the entire time. We have been short handed and when you are supporting troops in a war zone, you do what is necessary to get the job done.
I have had no time to write, exercise, and have a life...whatever. Hence the sad look of my sorely neglected blog and my fat butt. AS you can see, at least the blog is changing!! AND because YOU can't see (oh, I know, I could post photos...HA!, I don't think so!) ...I feel inclined to tell you. I have lost weight. Yes dear readers, yours truly, paula big butt, has lost weight.
When I arrived here, I was disgusted with myself. All the pants I brought with me (because I positively refused to buy anything bigger...it only encourages you to get comfy on the sofa with your fat self) were too tight. I couldn't get my hands in the pockets...because I could barley get the pants closed.
I have been walking to Air-Ops (about half a mile there) almost every morning to give the briefings. I give the briefings and walk back to the office. I then walk (another half mile, maybe) to the DEFAC (dinning facility for you non-military) at least once a day. The other day I was standing in the DEFAC and they had Rip-it's...I love these little energy drinks (they are the same dimension as a coke can, but short) and they don't always have them, so I wanted to get a few. I had take out boxes for my co-workers and no coat on, hands were full and no pockets, in other words. Hard to carry all this stuff. So I shoved four of them in my pants pockets. I'm standing there when all of a sudden I realize, I have FOUR cans of soda in my pockets and my pants are still loose. I could have grabbed a few more. LOL. Well, I about squealed...in fact I did, my buddies were all looking at me...probably thinking I had lost my mind....haha....that happened the day I signed the contract here...TO LATE!
The big news is that we have two new employees in our dept (the posse has arrived) and we now have help....we might actually get a real life. One of the newbie’s is an ex-drill sergeant and came out here as an MWR coordinator (moral, wellness and recreation) and he does the best ABS class around. He started to drag us all out to the gym. He has me on a plan and is my personal trainer. As well as personal trainer for everyone else in our dept. But they are slackers and this blog is not about them....LOL...IT'S ABOUT ME damn it!...tee hee
SO anyway...off to the gym everyday, sometimes twice a day. I have muscles I didn't know existed before. Is there life in there inside those layers? You bet...I'm feelin it!