I am certifiably borderline obese according to a 24-Hour Fitness Personal trainer. What a pick me upper...Yes, indeed, walked into the gym for my "boot camp" class and decided to get my body fat measured by a "certified professional". Boo. I am certifiably crazy for wanting to know. It is too much! I didn't fit into the "fit" range for my age. The worst part is that the meathead did not want to show me my results, prefacing them with, "well keep in mind this is not really as accurate as dipping you in a tank of water". Now, I want to know what would make me want to be squeezed up and measured by some professional meathead and also dipped into a pot of water all in the same go. One day. If only. Next time someone tells me I am fat I will have to say, "first you have to dip me in water" and that will be after I see his credentials of course.
What to pack for Lalalandia, ah, my big move. Something to look forward to :-) What should I pack other than my excessive fat? Will they weigh me on the scale with my bags a la Hawaiian Airlines in American Samoa? I doubt. I really truly doubt. But what I can pack is different than what I SHOULD pack. My whole life in a suitcase-AGAIN. How many loads of suitcases have defined my life. Sadly I was fired from the first gig. And a good thing, I don't think I would have had many of the experiences or even be the person I am now without them. Love gained, lost, rebirthed. A whole lifetime squeezed into such a narrow space. Confined and melting down into seasoned lessons. Just what I need. Another meathead stamped with a certification to tell me I am fat. I guess its time to get a personal trainer.
