Alright, it's been about three weeks since I started attending mack's classes and I'm still hanging in there. The hardest part, so far, has been the diet restrictions. I can only drink water. Yes....you read that correctly...only water...no fizzy water...no flavored zero calorie water....plain water. I had an extremely hard first week because of this "water thing." Coffee was (and still is) the hardest part of the deal. The withdrawal headache lasted about 4 days and I was ready to kill people during that time. Mack put me on the exercise bikes (located around the perimeter of the room) for the first two classes (where all the fat people are). After making fun of my headache, I lost it and told him that I didn't want to be on the bikes anymore (in a shocking burst) and he said "Be careful what you wish for" and I said "Bring it on Mack. Bring it on." Of course, I instantly regretted that outburst but I've been li ving with it for a while now and....yes....I still regret it. I have not been on the bike since and, instead, have been on the "floor" where I have to do about a gazillion push ups and mountain climbers and squat thrusts and he yells at me. Of course, my pride is way too large to let him know that I would rather have a break and be on the bike now and then. So...I've suffered through the classes. Suffered is the operative word. I'm getting better though and hanging in longer and longer. I don't really like class though....
Last Saturday was a big day. I decided to drive down to Tucson later so that I could attend Mack's Saturday morning class. That was a BIG MISTAKE. He decided that I was a great person to "make an example of" and he repeatedly made me redo exercises that the group did. A few times I had to do them all by myself while everyone watched. It was a really fun time. I guess he was trying to show me that I could do more than I thought I could. I just did the crap he wanted me to do and all of the repeats. (It was a bunch of bull that I wasn't doing all the exercises -- I was doing far more than the baseball player next to me...) I think I probably irritated him because of my lack of reaction -- which just made him pick on me more and more. At one point he asked me whether this was "just like West Point" and (mid pushup) I said "No... this is nothing like West Point." Just to spite him. I'm a pretty headstrong bitch at times. Anyway, at Monday night's class he had pretty much forgotten the whole thing and last night (Tuesday) I think he actually forgot my name. He kept looking at me and then away and calling out other people's names. When he divided us into groups to do these lunge exercises, he just pointed and said "you". The whole class he didn't correct me unless he was right in front of me. Of course, I spent the rest of the class consciously looking away from him so that he couldn't get my attention and say anything to me. I thought about telling him my name at the end but I just decided to leave it and not make myself conspicuous. THAT....my friend....was something I learned at West Point.
I know I sound pretty down but his stuff seems to be working and I'm definitely losing weight and feeling better physically.
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