OMG! I am the fat girl!

After my romp in the woods this weekend I decided to take Mrs. Gragg up on her offer to hit the gym with her after school three days a week. Now first off Mrs. Gragg does not need to hit the gym. One of my thighs weighs more than she does.

As I walk into the gym I make sure that there is a fire extinguisher and a defibrillator in easy reach. The last time I exercised I thought for sure that my thighs might catch on fire from the friction of them rubbing together. Ryan almost had to call 911 for me after my trip into the woods. I needed to make sure Mrs. Gragg had the equipment she needed to help me if a major catastrophe happened while I was exercising.

So I bravely have Mrs. Gragg start me on this torture machine. As I am trying to kill myself on this machine I look around and things start to fall into place.

You know how in high school there was always the ugly friend in the group that makes the rest of the group look better. OMG! I am the fat girl! I am the fat girl Mrs. Gragg invited to the gym to make her look good. Now I need a fire extinguisher, defibrillator and Prozac to exercise!

Thanks, Mrs. Gragg you know my self-esteem was already low from the Wii Fit!