Listen, I appreciate a funny photobomb just as much as the next guy. I also look forward to the day that I am able to glitter bomb someone or be glitter bombed myself, frankly. This sweat bomb is not something to laugh at and should be a punishable offense. I keep my handlebars sweat free, with the help of my towel, on my bike because otherwise your hands can slip and it can be very dangerous. This man next to me, while stretching out his quads, put his sweaty arm all over my bike. I died. Now, I not only have to clean my own sweat off my machine but I have to wipe yours off, too? You, sir, are gross. I stared at this huge, drippy, glistening mark for half a minute pondering what to do. I thought, maybe he’ll reach over and wipe it off. Wrong. He went about his day and let me wipe down his faux pas. I’m not disgusted by the fact that he was sweating, obviously, as that would be quite hypocritical of me. Everyone leaving the class looked like they had showered with clothes on. I’m offended that he left his mark on my bike and didn’t have the courtesy to clean it.
I am happy to report that I reached the 79 lb. mark! I hit it on Monday and have kept it a secret all week until today. That is 4 lbs. ahead of goal and why I am awarding myself the Supa Proud award today. I’ve been busting out in the gym and really focusing on food (minus the aforementioned cake and bread). I for real couldn’t do it without everyone’s love, support, and recent Facebook photo likes and comments. I've been feeling really good this last week and bought my very first pair of regular size Levi's over the weekend. Strutting around my apartment in them, I was inspired to put on an old pair of shorts. I wore these shorts just a mere 9 months ago and now I can fit both legs into one side. Sometimes, you just need to put into perspective how far you've come.
I am ‘Bama bound tomorrow to see my friends get hitched and I am publicly promising that I will not blow this weekend out. I’ve packed gym clothes and sneakers and plan to only take Saturday to enjoy carbs/sugar. My ass will be back on that spin bike Monday morning at 5 a.m. praying the sweat bomber slept in.
Happy weekend, y’all!
Happy weekend, y’all!