Biggest Loser

Last night I tuned into watch the Biggest Loser and got my kick start for the umpteenth time. And then the morning alarm went off, gods 4:50 am. I struggled out of bed yet again and stumbled into the bathroom to get dressed for my workout. The scale smacks me upside the head with a 1/2 pound weight gain for working out with weights yesterday. Greeeeeeaaaaat. Thank goodness my boyfriend loves me enough to build out a workout room just for me so it is only a couple minutes to trip down the hallway to where my workout awaits. Treadmill or DVD? I can't function enough to press the buttons for the DVD player so treadmill it is. It is a battle to get my legs walking fast enough so I have to hold on or lose out to the tread moving too fast (and it ain't fast folks, 2.4 mph) but I pump up the incline to a whopping 5. After 15-minutes it is back into the house to hit the restroom as my body has finally woken up. Back to the workout to lift some weights and do crunches. A few lawn-mower pulls along with my side lunges and it is time to get ready for work. I didn't sweat enough to justify a shower so into my clothes I go. A cup of tea, kiss from the boyfriend and off to my 45-minute commute. If I could workout for the 1 1/2 hours I spend commuting I would be at a "normal" weight. As it is I am at a morbidly obese weight according to the charts, 222.5 lbs on a 5’2” frame. AND I WORK OUT 5 – 6 DAYS A WEEK. My doctor said it right, “You are the healthiest fat woman I have examined.” Wonderful but that sentiment won’t get me into those size 10 (yes I am a realist) jeans or that cool little pencil skirt. That’s all for today, I actually need to get some work done to make some money so I can do it all over again tomorrow. Sigh, when is that melt the fat and build muscle pill coming out anyway?