Week four...

...in which I have a chocolate stain on my ass.

2/8 - 2/14

There are so many reasons to have a gym buddy. Motivation to keep up, support when the weight's not coming off, reassurance that the right food choices are being made. I need a gym buddy to clean up after me and make sure I'm not making a fool of myself.

This week Elyse was like a watchdog. Not to make sure my form was right or that I'm entering my calories at every meal, she had to follow me around like a nanny (or care-taker) to my ADHD controlled wanderings. Towels left on the floor, water bottles stranded in the locker room; I'm not sure where my mind was, not on the task at hand. Residual from last week I suppose.

I've forgotten my sports bra and have on a slightly low cut shirt. It's the burden of having an above average rack, an ample bosom if you will, that even modest clothing can seem marginally lascivious. So Elyse, as is laid out in her gym buddy contract, was on duty that night to make sure I wasn't giving too much of an eyeful. It's a big job. (That was a very Tobias-esque sentence right there! I got in duty (heh), laid (meh) and big job (heh) all in one! Nice.)

We're walking out of the locker room onto the floor to do some weights. Probably going to do some waling, most likely on our glutes but can't be too sure yet. That's when Elyse, independent of her boob gazing promise, notices I have something on my ass. And yes, it's chocolate. A big splotch of it. Not sure how it got there, but I almost always have melted chocolate somewhere on my person. A girlfriend of mine visited once, spent the night on the couch and when she woke up in the morning, she had melted chocolate all over her arm. We never found the culprit.

Yes, it's mildly embarrassing to have something on my pants, a little more so when they're tight & black, slightly more when it's chocolate, and the coup de grace is that proof of my caloric indiscretions were right there. On my ass. A quick trip to the sink and then the blow dryer; I was slightly damp but ready to go.

The moral here? Have a gym buddy. Preferably one that's not afraid to stare at your ass. Thanks Elyse!

Oh yeah and I lost 1.6 pounds this week! Not quite into the 180s yet (190.9 pounds, so close!) but I lost 5.5 pounds in four weeks, so that's totally a win!