yesterday, i went with heidi, porter & annie to her gym. i don't know why i listen to her and think "it'll be fun" fusion does not equal fun. i wonder if this is how my students feel sometimes when i tell them "we're going to have a fun day!" fusion equaled me getting my butt kicked. and me feeling mighty chubby. and me feeling rage at the skinny bitches who could do all the moves. i almost yelled at the instructor to back the #%*& off of me, that i was trying my best. and if my form wasn't the best, she could shove it where the sun don't shine. anyway - i survived. barely. then we go to the pool with the kids, for a total of one and a half hours. just long enough for me to get fried. not in the good kinda way, where after a day or two, it'll turn to a nice little tan. the kinda burn where my body aches, and i'm using lidocaine & taking cold baths. the kinda burn where clothes are my worst enemy. i'm so dumb.
friday night was pretty fun. we went to dinner, hit a bucket of balls, then got ice cream. i was overly ambitious. by the time we got to the next place, which was brad's parents house to continue our evening o'fun playing games out on the deck and watching movies, my tummy was a'rumblin'. greg and i (and craig, my craig to be exact) go down to watch a movie in the basement. my stomach was killing me. i kept thinking "i hope greg can't hear my stomach." cause i could see it churning. i was so thankful craig came down with us, so greg didn't try to put the moves on. i finally had to give in, excuse myself and make friends with the toilet. as humiliating as it was, i didn't care. it brought relief. our movie finally ended & i was ready to head home. we'd all met up at meeja's house. as soon as we got there, i was climbing into my car. at that point i didn't even want to say goodnight alone with greg. my stomach was killing. got home and finally had my own personal "dumb and dumber" moment.
so all in all, this weekend, not my favorite!