What the Hell did I sign up for!?

Ok, so this is me, *waves* so hi. I've never been good at keeping touch with people in the real world, you know, letters (pens, pencils, paper, seriously, too much) and phones? Phones....oh right that's the thing I bought to make calls in emergencies or want to call my families, but in reality I use it for crackbook because I'm addicted, as my dah-ling husband tells me or well, blogging apparently. :P But since this is the start of a new me, I am making changes along the road of life and trying new things.

EXHIBIT A, blogging.

I was told after writing a year long letter, titled a "year of my life", that what I did could be considered blogging. Hmmm...do I want to post my daily activities out there for everyone to read?? Isn't that what I already do on crackbook anyways? Yup, ok then, blogging, lets give it a go. :)

So onto the real meaning behind "What the Hell did I sign up for?"

EXHIBIT B, posting my results.

I read a while back that Lululemon was hosting a"Biggest Loser" style competition and they were going to take on 10 contestants. Coaches, nutritionists, trainers, everything all supplied by the ever worshipable Lulu with weekly prizes to be won with some mysterious Grand Prize for being the "Biggest Loser". What did you have to do to become a contestant? Send them a video or an email with a picture of yourself explaining why you deserve to partake in this venture.



I thought about it for a couple days. I was thinking on doing a boot camp this summer anyways, and not to be too offensive to anyone who may read this, but Lululemons clientele doesn't noramally cater to the largely obese, so maybe I had a chance? I didn't want it to become a skinny minnie, but to become more fit. And hey, if I shed a few pounds and got back down to 140-150 great! So I thought to myself what the heck, let's give it a try and write an e-mail. Why I deserved to do this was pretty easy. The hard part was laying my heart out there for someone to judge whether it was a worthy enough reason to be a contestant. What did I write? The cold hard truth of the last ten years of my life. I wrote about my family, my jobs, my self esteem(which most of you who know me probably would say is pretty high, when in reality it isn't). I wrote about the Mental Meltdown of 2009, and I wrote about the changes I wanted to make. I used their manifesto and included that too, and what I've done. I sent it off not thinking i would hear back from them, and waited the few weeks to come to a close when they would pick the lucky winners.



When the day came to announce their winners, I anxiously awaited an email, saying yay, or more likely nay. I stayed up to 9:30pm refreshing my email constantly. But nothing. I logged in the next morning and still nothing. I felt jipped, not knowing anything. I shot off an email, and the reply was astonishing....I was in. I started to cry, and smile. I waited for Heather to come around the corner from Friday snack and I shared the good news with her. I just kept shaking my head, and was shocked that i was being given an awesome opportunity to kick start myself into a long overdue transformation. The kicker was the news was giving to me on April 1st, before noon. I kept thinking someone was going to take it back, followed by a "Simpsons Nelson Laugh". Ha ha. I re-read the email like a dozen times, checking dates and times making sure, ABSOLUTELY SURE that I was available for all the dates given, or it was a no go.



I'm eager to get going with the first weigh in tonight. I'm also scared shitless now. After looking over everything I firmly believe I am being trained to become an assassin! So what am I going to have to do? A lot. Some stuff I've never heard of before, some I have. Some crazy ass Jackie Chan like stunts, and some scaling walls. I am going to learn how to run, I am going to lift weights, I am going to do Yoga till the cows come home, I am GOING to hurt, but most of all, I am going to get through this. 2-3 times a week for 2 hours at a time is going to be tough, and yes, I will be bitchy, but I want this more than the inner wimp/couch potato can yell. And come June 6th, I will be a better me.