Day 25
Bootcamp #1 Fit Test 0925-1000
Bootcamp #2 1015-1100
weight +4
Fit Test results
Day 1 is first number and Day 30 is Second number
Switch Kicks 30, 80
Power Jacks 29, 35
Power Knees 20, 64
Power Jumps 17, 23
Globe Jumps 4, 8
Suicide Jumps 2, 4
Push-Up Jacks 8, 22
Low Plank Oblique 8, 40
Major improvement. I feel better, People tell me I look better, but weight not changed, in fact gone up, although I do attribute it to the Chinese food of yesterday. However, I am starting Jenny Craig Tomorrow (already got the food) and the weight will change. Food of yesterday was my last meal of that nature for awhile, so that's why I ate it. Still have a lot of salt running through my system because I can feel it in my hands, and certainly when I did the bootcamps. I was only planning on doing one bootcamp today, which was the Fit Test, but I screwed up yesterday. Abs was not on the menu and I should have done a cardio circuit. So lucky me I did both the circuit and the fit test today, and it hurt. Karma is a bitch. Food = not a good choice in fact horrible choice, but I have reconciled with it.
Now tomorrow should be my day of rest, but if the pool is finally working I may do some cardio in there. I am excited.
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Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
First Day Of Bootcamp
First Day Of Bootcamp
Ok, so everyone knows I started on a Tuesday for bootcamp. What people don't know is why. Prior to the first day, I was in a Trivia Team. Every Tuesday we would get together at 1900 and play til 2100. It was at a bar, so we (or moreso I) drank a lot, with no help from my friendly bartender. So the Sunday before the first day of bootcamp, I quit (it was one of many reasons). I decided that on Monday I should probably go out one last time and see some friends and my other bartender friend and have a one last night out before starting my new regiment.
Turns out, my one last was not the last night, and you saw why in the beginning posts, but the thought was there. My last night turned into a really late night. I started with seeing my friend's Musical Monday show at 2130, and drank with my bartender. (I do whiskey shots, and whiskey drinks, but mostly shots) After the show had ended, another trivia team, one that we actually really like, was there as well. After hearing of my decision to quit, I went outside and started drinking with them. After an hour or so, my friend, who does the show, invited me to go to another bar, where he and his boyfriend would be. So, knowing I was on my last hoorrah, I went. Drank more, with them and a couple of their friends. We all left at 0145 when the bar closed. Bootcamp started at 0600, so I headed home. I got home at about 0230 and fell asleep at about 0300. Alarm at 0500!
So by this time, I am sure people are wondering why did I even bother going. Well let me tell you. I knew that I would go out again on Tuesday to see my trivia team had I not have a reason, and hence it would happen again. If I waited until Wednesday to do this, I would probably opted to start the next week. So This was the best option, hungover, suck it up, and go!
0500, Alarm! I, with a headache, got out of bed, got dressed and waited for my cousin to pick me up and carpool on over there. I am feeling lousy and I realize I have no towel and a small bottle of water, what the hell was I thinking. I just assume I will talk to the instructor and just OBSERVE the bootcamp to see whether or not I wanted to do it. That didn't happen, first day up and running around the inside of this Gymnasium. To be honest I have no idea what we did that day, but it hurt and I was dehydrated beyond belief, and SWEATING, holy shit was I sweating. My cousin had been going there for about a month before, so he was introducing me to everyone. Reluctantly I didn't catch anyone's name and still don't know everybody's name, but they sure know mine. There was, though, a girl, who i know now, who had been calling me Alex the entire hour. I had no idea. I was so hungover and nearly passing out, people could have called me pretty much anything they wanted and I would answer. To this day now, a month she still calls me Alex, and I love it, because I am reminded of how I started my change.
1 hour went by, and it was finally done. The instructor looked at me and congratulated me on my brilliant first day, and everyone clapped in support for the first day. The instructor looked at me and said "I am so glad you didn't throw up, most people on the first day throw up". All I could say is "Thanks, I try." Little did she know that there were a few times that I was ready to just run to the bathroom and upchuck all the poison I drank the night before. But I didn't. "I just kept swimming....."
So that was my first day. Just to prove you don't have to be in your best condition to start a bootcamp, but just show up and give it what you can! That is the statement I have been on since I started and will continue to live on.
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Ok, so everyone knows I started on a Tuesday for bootcamp. What people don't know is why. Prior to the first day, I was in a Trivia Team. Every Tuesday we would get together at 1900 and play til 2100. It was at a bar, so we (or moreso I) drank a lot, with no help from my friendly bartender. So the Sunday before the first day of bootcamp, I quit (it was one of many reasons). I decided that on Monday I should probably go out one last time and see some friends and my other bartender friend and have a one last night out before starting my new regiment.
Turns out, my one last was not the last night, and you saw why in the beginning posts, but the thought was there. My last night turned into a really late night. I started with seeing my friend's Musical Monday show at 2130, and drank with my bartender. (I do whiskey shots, and whiskey drinks, but mostly shots) After the show had ended, another trivia team, one that we actually really like, was there as well. After hearing of my decision to quit, I went outside and started drinking with them. After an hour or so, my friend, who does the show, invited me to go to another bar, where he and his boyfriend would be. So, knowing I was on my last hoorrah, I went. Drank more, with them and a couple of their friends. We all left at 0145 when the bar closed. Bootcamp started at 0600, so I headed home. I got home at about 0230 and fell asleep at about 0300. Alarm at 0500!
So by this time, I am sure people are wondering why did I even bother going. Well let me tell you. I knew that I would go out again on Tuesday to see my trivia team had I not have a reason, and hence it would happen again. If I waited until Wednesday to do this, I would probably opted to start the next week. So This was the best option, hungover, suck it up, and go!
0500, Alarm! I, with a headache, got out of bed, got dressed and waited for my cousin to pick me up and carpool on over there. I am feeling lousy and I realize I have no towel and a small bottle of water, what the hell was I thinking. I just assume I will talk to the instructor and just OBSERVE the bootcamp to see whether or not I wanted to do it. That didn't happen, first day up and running around the inside of this Gymnasium. To be honest I have no idea what we did that day, but it hurt and I was dehydrated beyond belief, and SWEATING, holy shit was I sweating. My cousin had been going there for about a month before, so he was introducing me to everyone. Reluctantly I didn't catch anyone's name and still don't know everybody's name, but they sure know mine. There was, though, a girl, who i know now, who had been calling me Alex the entire hour. I had no idea. I was so hungover and nearly passing out, people could have called me pretty much anything they wanted and I would answer. To this day now, a month she still calls me Alex, and I love it, because I am reminded of how I started my change.
1 hour went by, and it was finally done. The instructor looked at me and congratulated me on my brilliant first day, and everyone clapped in support for the first day. The instructor looked at me and said "I am so glad you didn't throw up, most people on the first day throw up". All I could say is "Thanks, I try." Little did she know that there were a few times that I was ready to just run to the bathroom and upchuck all the poison I drank the night before. But I didn't. "I just kept swimming....."
So that was my first day. Just to prove you don't have to be in your best condition to start a bootcamp, but just show up and give it what you can! That is the statement I have been on since I started and will continue to live on.
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Day 24
Day 24
Bootcamp 0500 - 0600
Bootcamp 0630-0650
weight +2
Ok so I am glad i did the relay twice today in the first bootcamp because the 2nd one was just a 15 minute circuit of abs. And also I know that i said I wouldn't get frustrated with my weight, but.......So I am starting Jenny Craig tomorrow with my dad. Between the 2 bootcamps and Jenny Craig, I should see vast improvement in every area! I am excited. And also this day ends the first week of Double Bootcamp, and you know what, It is difficult, but not impossible. I am going strong and not giving up!
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Bootcamp 0500 - 0600
Bootcamp 0630-0650
weight +2
Ok so I am glad i did the relay twice today in the first bootcamp because the 2nd one was just a 15 minute circuit of abs. And also I know that i said I wouldn't get frustrated with my weight, but.......So I am starting Jenny Craig tomorrow with my dad. Between the 2 bootcamps and Jenny Craig, I should see vast improvement in every area! I am excited. And also this day ends the first week of Double Bootcamp, and you know what, It is difficult, but not impossible. I am going strong and not giving up!
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Thursday, April 22, 2010
Day 23
Day 23
Bootcamp 0500-0600
Bootcamp 0630-0730
Jacuzzi 0740 - 0815
weight +1
This morning was a tough one. Cardio for both bootcamps and the second was a 30 minute circuit with no rest. OUCH!!!! I had sushi yesterday, so a lot more salt than normal which may effect the weight, and I am also a lot more stronger than I was when I started, more muscle build up. Now if only I can lose fat.
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Bootcamp 0500-0600
Bootcamp 0630-0730
Jacuzzi 0740 - 0815
weight +1
This morning was a tough one. Cardio for both bootcamps and the second was a 30 minute circuit with no rest. OUCH!!!! I had sushi yesterday, so a lot more salt than normal which may effect the weight, and I am also a lot more stronger than I was when I started, more muscle build up. Now if only I can lose fat.
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Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Grade 4
Ahhhh 4th Grade.
Grades 1-3 were fine, but now we're heading into big kid territory. This is when you no longer needed a bathroom buddy, we got lockers, and we changed classrooms for Math or English. So grown-up! I had a great Homeroom teacher who also happened to be our everything teacher, except for math. The other 4th grade class got taught everything by their homeroom teacher but english. For those two we switched teachers. Ok so now that is out of the way......
The school was teaching us some independence, and I learned it. I thought it was very independant of me to choose to not do my homework. I am a firm believer to this day, students should not be required to do homework if they know the material, otherwise it is just busy work. I have always been a math brain, and though I admit a bit rusty, I can learn math with no problem. English, however, not so, like you couldn't tell! Math homework was stupid, I knew had to subtract and multiply and divide and add for crying out loud, why do I have to do 100 problems to prove that! (I am still a bit bitter. As a side note, I would have gotten an A+ in Pre-Calculus in College, but I didn't do my homework, so he gave me B.) Now I had also chose to not do English homework as well, I hated English, still do in fact! (and when it came time to the SAT tutor in High School, the English tutor asked if English was my first language and/or if I was a special needs kid. No Joke, the only reason I got a good score on the English section is because I saw the movie Joy Luck Club which the novel was on the section of read a page and answer questions based on the reading section. See movies save people from academic failure.) I am getting used to English a bit more since I started reading and writing this blog, although an English aficionado would have a field day with my conjugation and word usage!
back to the story....
I learned that not doing homework had consequences, such as notes home from the teacher. This is where my parents story and mine don't mix. I had forged signatures on those notes for awhile before I got caught. I used the carbon copy trick from my Dad's checks. After I learned the motion of his hand, I was able to sign, and still can, without any help from an old check. My mom's signature was the hardest because it was close to perfect cursive, and by then I had not learned how to do that very well. So after a couple months of these stupid notes, I finally got caught, not necessarily because of the signature, but more so, when the teachers asked what my parents said to me, I would say "I don't know" and I would shrug my shoulders. My ambiguity tipped off the teacher, and my parents were sent in the next day. By this time, I also had learned this great technique of zoning out, so I can't remember what was all said, but I am sure it wasn't good. Now here's where my parents have a different version, a few months after this they get sent in again. Same reasons, not doing homework, forging signatures, yadda yadda yadda. They get mad again, and ask me why did I do it again, I got caught the first time already, why tempt fate again! And my response to this day is still, you caught me twice, and I forged more than 20 signatures that year. 2 out 20 not bad, that's a B. The only problem was, that my grade in school was not a B. So this where my parents set me up with a tutor to catch me back up, who was a wonderful lady. She helped me out a lot.
Oh and I forgot to mention, but somewhere in between the two times my parents went into class to talk to my teacher (excluding parent/teacher night) they sent me to the school Psychologist. They wanted to find out why I was doing the things I was doing. What moron has to ask a 4th grader why he has to forge signatures on bad notes from school, clearly the answer is; I didn't want my parents to get mad at me. As I am writing this story, I wonder if my parents knew something was wrong. This is around the same time that I was in the situation that I am not comfortable talking about yet. Perhaps...... That story is not going to unravel yet. It is going to have to be later. Sorry for that, but you'll understand.
So all and all, I passed 4th grade. I am sure not with flying colors, but by a thin hair and a lot of personality. :) Let's face it, my teachers loved me. I got out of many situations because of this. This was also the year when we were asked by our homeroom teacher what we wanted to be when we grow up. I remember because I actually got laughed at. By this time all the boys wanted to be firefighters or police, or something of that nature, but me. I wanted to be a chef. The funny thing is, I can actually say that that has happened, not professionally, but neither was Martha Stewart. I love to cook and almost wanted to go to school a few years ago to master in it, but tuition is expensive and I am not sure if I want to do it as a hobby, or to make money, we'll see.
until next time.......
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Grades 1-3 were fine, but now we're heading into big kid territory. This is when you no longer needed a bathroom buddy, we got lockers, and we changed classrooms for Math or English. So grown-up! I had a great Homeroom teacher who also happened to be our everything teacher, except for math. The other 4th grade class got taught everything by their homeroom teacher but english. For those two we switched teachers. Ok so now that is out of the way......
The school was teaching us some independence, and I learned it. I thought it was very independant of me to choose to not do my homework. I am a firm believer to this day, students should not be required to do homework if they know the material, otherwise it is just busy work. I have always been a math brain, and though I admit a bit rusty, I can learn math with no problem. English, however, not so, like you couldn't tell! Math homework was stupid, I knew had to subtract and multiply and divide and add for crying out loud, why do I have to do 100 problems to prove that! (I am still a bit bitter. As a side note, I would have gotten an A+ in Pre-Calculus in College, but I didn't do my homework, so he gave me B.) Now I had also chose to not do English homework as well, I hated English, still do in fact! (and when it came time to the SAT tutor in High School, the English tutor asked if English was my first language and/or if I was a special needs kid. No Joke, the only reason I got a good score on the English section is because I saw the movie Joy Luck Club which the novel was on the section of read a page and answer questions based on the reading section. See movies save people from academic failure.) I am getting used to English a bit more since I started reading and writing this blog, although an English aficionado would have a field day with my conjugation and word usage!
back to the story....
I learned that not doing homework had consequences, such as notes home from the teacher. This is where my parents story and mine don't mix. I had forged signatures on those notes for awhile before I got caught. I used the carbon copy trick from my Dad's checks. After I learned the motion of his hand, I was able to sign, and still can, without any help from an old check. My mom's signature was the hardest because it was close to perfect cursive, and by then I had not learned how to do that very well. So after a couple months of these stupid notes, I finally got caught, not necessarily because of the signature, but more so, when the teachers asked what my parents said to me, I would say "I don't know" and I would shrug my shoulders. My ambiguity tipped off the teacher, and my parents were sent in the next day. By this time, I also had learned this great technique of zoning out, so I can't remember what was all said, but I am sure it wasn't good. Now here's where my parents have a different version, a few months after this they get sent in again. Same reasons, not doing homework, forging signatures, yadda yadda yadda. They get mad again, and ask me why did I do it again, I got caught the first time already, why tempt fate again! And my response to this day is still, you caught me twice, and I forged more than 20 signatures that year. 2 out 20 not bad, that's a B. The only problem was, that my grade in school was not a B. So this where my parents set me up with a tutor to catch me back up, who was a wonderful lady. She helped me out a lot.
Oh and I forgot to mention, but somewhere in between the two times my parents went into class to talk to my teacher (excluding parent/teacher night) they sent me to the school Psychologist. They wanted to find out why I was doing the things I was doing. What moron has to ask a 4th grader why he has to forge signatures on bad notes from school, clearly the answer is; I didn't want my parents to get mad at me. As I am writing this story, I wonder if my parents knew something was wrong. This is around the same time that I was in the situation that I am not comfortable talking about yet. Perhaps...... That story is not going to unravel yet. It is going to have to be later. Sorry for that, but you'll understand.
So all and all, I passed 4th grade. I am sure not with flying colors, but by a thin hair and a lot of personality. :) Let's face it, my teachers loved me. I got out of many situations because of this. This was also the year when we were asked by our homeroom teacher what we wanted to be when we grow up. I remember because I actually got laughed at. By this time all the boys wanted to be firefighters or police, or something of that nature, but me. I wanted to be a chef. The funny thing is, I can actually say that that has happened, not professionally, but neither was Martha Stewart. I love to cook and almost wanted to go to school a few years ago to master in it, but tuition is expensive and I am not sure if I want to do it as a hobby, or to make money, we'll see.
until next time.......
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
Grades 1 - 3
I grew up in the Hills of Beverly ever since I was 5. I went to a public school from 1st grade to 8th grade and then the public High School, so yes in case you didn't know I went to West Beverly. I knew Brandon, Brenda, Luke Perry, Steve, Kelly and, yes, even Andrea (in case you were wondering, that is the cast of the first Beverly Hills 90210). That statement seems a little outdated now, but you would not believe some of the questions I used to get way back when. So let's clear some basic facts, there is a Beverly Hills High School, but it does not have a 90210 area code, there is no such thing as West Beverly Hills High, and finally the cast never came to film episodes.
I digress, sorry.
So first grade not too much happened that I remember other than my teacher was not a nice person. I will never forget the day she threatened to glue a kids butt to the chair because he kept standing. To me now, I fully understand and laugh, but back then it seemed like she was the Balrog of Moria, the fire breathing beast from the depths of hell, from the Lord Of The Rings Movie (which I know, the movie comes out after my first grade teacher, but I never knew a great comparison until now). Only problem we had no Gandolf to deafeat it.
Second grade, I could just skip entirely, except that the first day of class I was talking to a girl and was called out by the teacher. She made me stand up (we were all sitting on the floor in the front of the classroom for, I guess what would be, orientation). She looked right at me and said "stop talking, do you want me to switch you to another classroom?" I said "yes." I do not make that up, she gave me an evil eye and made me sit back down. I guess her curse wound up working because that was the year I got pneumonia and had to miss school for a month, possibly longer. I even think that started an episode of hives at some point. On the plus side, when I wasn't wheezing or nearly, you know, dying, I got to know Bob Barker on "The Price Is Right." Many a day I would be home to watch that. I'm not sure how I passed that year, I guess lucky for me they don't teach too much in second grade that I couldn't handle, or maybe I had a tutor, oh well, who remembers now?
Third grade I had one of the best teachers. She was so old, but one of the sweetest people. All the kids loved her. That was the year that I learned something new. I was legally blind. On a sunny day, all the students went Madeline style down to the nurse's station (Madeline Style - two lines, one side girls and the other side boys, walking in straight parallel lines, also could be called Village Of The Damned Style). Each one of us would go through the dreadful, eyesight test. I was toward the back of the line. One by one my classmates would be finished and compare notes. "20/20" all the children would spritely say (I so wish I could say that (tear)). It was up to me now. I didn't want to fail and actually asked another kid what some of the letters were, cause clearly I couldn't see them, and He told me. With my heart pounding, and shakes of nervousness overcoming me, I started saying the letters that he told me, which would have worked, but I remembered only about half of them. It was pure blurriness all the way. My attempt at remembering the letters, however brave and amazing I was, was not enough to fool the nurse with her checkboard. Whatever happened, this student was not getting a passing grade for this test. I came back to the room where all my classmates were enjoying their break off from class, and with no excitement, I said "I have to talk to my parents." (I do realize that looking back it should not have been so traumatizing, but I did want to fit in so much, and I thought because I was the only one with glasses in the whole class, I would be singled out. Even then I had self esteem issues, which may be normal for that age?!?)
To make my long story short from then on I would have glasses that even Ugly Betty herself would not wear. I had one pair that people still remember, they were oval lenses and a hoop-like ear thing, so they wouldn't come off my face (I used to sleep in all my glasses because I would fall asleep to the TV. The next mornings, though, finding my glasses would be like finding a needle in a blurry haystack). Did I mention, they were also bright RED. Red was my favorite color and I got a few different glasses in that color. New prescription = New glasses. The one thing I will say, it did make my make-believe-I-was-superman time a lot more convincing, although when I threw the glasses off my face I would look like Velma from Scooby-Doo. Hands and arms out searching the carpet, praying I did not hear a crack from beneath my knee. Oh it happened a few times.
Back to third grade, so here I was with my new pair of glasses. I walk in slowly, and go to my desk, waiting to hear something funny about my eyes. Alas, nothing, but there was one girl who did say something. Her name was Madison. (taken from the movie Splash because like Daryl Hannah was extremely tall and had golden hair) She said "Nice Glasses," and gave me a big smile. I smiled back and said "thank you." My nerves went down and my emotional shield faded away. It was the sweetest thing anyone could have told me. At a sigh of relief and happiness, I took a seat at my desk with a smile. We became good friends from then on. (it's a story like that, that I had completely forgotten about until I started writing this blog)
As a side note.....I must say I never knew what the teacher was writing so diligently on the blurry board prior to my newly acquired vision repairers. Unfortunately I found out, HOMEWORK!
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I digress, sorry.
So first grade not too much happened that I remember other than my teacher was not a nice person. I will never forget the day she threatened to glue a kids butt to the chair because he kept standing. To me now, I fully understand and laugh, but back then it seemed like she was the Balrog of Moria, the fire breathing beast from the depths of hell, from the Lord Of The Rings Movie (which I know, the movie comes out after my first grade teacher, but I never knew a great comparison until now). Only problem we had no Gandolf to deafeat it.
Second grade, I could just skip entirely, except that the first day of class I was talking to a girl and was called out by the teacher. She made me stand up (we were all sitting on the floor in the front of the classroom for, I guess what would be, orientation). She looked right at me and said "stop talking, do you want me to switch you to another classroom?" I said "yes." I do not make that up, she gave me an evil eye and made me sit back down. I guess her curse wound up working because that was the year I got pneumonia and had to miss school for a month, possibly longer. I even think that started an episode of hives at some point. On the plus side, when I wasn't wheezing or nearly, you know, dying, I got to know Bob Barker on "The Price Is Right." Many a day I would be home to watch that. I'm not sure how I passed that year, I guess lucky for me they don't teach too much in second grade that I couldn't handle, or maybe I had a tutor, oh well, who remembers now?
Third grade I had one of the best teachers. She was so old, but one of the sweetest people. All the kids loved her. That was the year that I learned something new. I was legally blind. On a sunny day, all the students went Madeline style down to the nurse's station (Madeline Style - two lines, one side girls and the other side boys, walking in straight parallel lines, also could be called Village Of The Damned Style). Each one of us would go through the dreadful, eyesight test. I was toward the back of the line. One by one my classmates would be finished and compare notes. "20/20" all the children would spritely say (I so wish I could say that (tear)). It was up to me now. I didn't want to fail and actually asked another kid what some of the letters were, cause clearly I couldn't see them, and He told me. With my heart pounding, and shakes of nervousness overcoming me, I started saying the letters that he told me, which would have worked, but I remembered only about half of them. It was pure blurriness all the way. My attempt at remembering the letters, however brave and amazing I was, was not enough to fool the nurse with her checkboard. Whatever happened, this student was not getting a passing grade for this test. I came back to the room where all my classmates were enjoying their break off from class, and with no excitement, I said "I have to talk to my parents." (I do realize that looking back it should not have been so traumatizing, but I did want to fit in so much, and I thought because I was the only one with glasses in the whole class, I would be singled out. Even then I had self esteem issues, which may be normal for that age?!?)
To make my long story short from then on I would have glasses that even Ugly Betty herself would not wear. I had one pair that people still remember, they were oval lenses and a hoop-like ear thing, so they wouldn't come off my face (I used to sleep in all my glasses because I would fall asleep to the TV. The next mornings, though, finding my glasses would be like finding a needle in a blurry haystack). Did I mention, they were also bright RED. Red was my favorite color and I got a few different glasses in that color. New prescription = New glasses. The one thing I will say, it did make my make-believe-I-was-superman time a lot more convincing, although when I threw the glasses off my face I would look like Velma from Scooby-Doo. Hands and arms out searching the carpet, praying I did not hear a crack from beneath my knee. Oh it happened a few times.
Back to third grade, so here I was with my new pair of glasses. I walk in slowly, and go to my desk, waiting to hear something funny about my eyes. Alas, nothing, but there was one girl who did say something. Her name was Madison. (taken from the movie Splash because like Daryl Hannah was extremely tall and had golden hair) She said "Nice Glasses," and gave me a big smile. I smiled back and said "thank you." My nerves went down and my emotional shield faded away. It was the sweetest thing anyone could have told me. At a sigh of relief and happiness, I took a seat at my desk with a smile. We became good friends from then on. (it's a story like that, that I had completely forgotten about until I started writing this blog)
As a side note.....I must say I never knew what the teacher was writing so diligently on the blurry board prior to my newly acquired vision repairers. Unfortunately I found out, HOMEWORK!
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Days 17 -20
Days 17 - 20
No Bootcamp :(
Weight -1
So I have been sick for the last few days and am finally on my last day of antibiotics. Tomorrow I do plan to go to bootcamp so Yay for that. I was so dehydrated and didn't eat anything during Day 15, which explains why the weight went down so much on Day 16. I started eating again and drinking a lot of Powerade Zero, and finally am feeling much better, and so is my weight unfortunately :). But time to start again. I know that I said that I would start the second set of bootcamp after the first set, well that isn't going to change. So bring on the week.
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No Bootcamp :(
Weight -1
So I have been sick for the last few days and am finally on my last day of antibiotics. Tomorrow I do plan to go to bootcamp so Yay for that. I was so dehydrated and didn't eat anything during Day 15, which explains why the weight went down so much on Day 16. I started eating again and drinking a lot of Powerade Zero, and finally am feeling much better, and so is my weight unfortunately :). But time to start again. I know that I said that I would start the second set of bootcamp after the first set, well that isn't going to change. So bring on the week.
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