Don't fear the reaper.

Mack has gotten much more tolerable...probably because he doesn't pick on me as much as he used to.  That is probably because there is new meat in the class.  Watching him pick on other people is much better than being the recipient of the scolding.  This guy and his girlfriend joined last week.  (As an aside, I don't think I would do any of this for someone else...but that's just me.)  The guy looks like he's in fairly good shape and the girl is really pretty and slim.  Well, on Saturday morning we were waiting for class to begin and I overheard the guy telling some of the older guys what he ate Friday night (some pasta and three desserts).  The classic part was when he said "I'm not cheating though because I wrote it all down."  Now...I don't know if I told you guys that we have to keep a food journal and turn it in every class.  In fact, although I've never seen this, I hear that you will get kicked out of the class if you don't turn one in.  Sometimes Mack pulls them out and reads from them to the class.  Also, if he weighs you and you haven't made any progress, he pulls the sheet out and checks out what you wrote down (it's also a way he can tell whether there was any cheating).  Anyway, I couldn't believe what I heard.  The older guy that the new dude was talking to said, "Oh...you're still cheating...you're just being honest about it."  EXACTLY.  I wish it was as easy as just writing down what you eat.  You also have to eat the right stuff.  During class I was schooling this guy in pushups (which, although I'm a total stud, shouldn't happen) and I saw Mack look at him sort of funny and pull out his food sheet.  Well, Mack saw what that guy ate the night before and all hell broke loose.  The gun fire was no longer hitting my area....life was good.  I felt sort of bad for the guy and then I thought about how I really needed to focus on my own survival.  It made me understand the lack of support I felt when I was in that same situation.  This wasn't anyone else's problem, it was my own (and his own)...I couldn't expect people to help me out of it or to stand up to Mack.  Sort of a life lesson.