I am displeased. Very displeased with myself. I'm already at the gym and dressed so I do my work out, but I do so in the most displeased of manners.
Hopped back on the (same) scale after yesterday's workout (burned a few extra calories thanks to the sobbing and looping panting pleas of "WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER"!!??) and the scale said I lost 2.8 lbs. Stupid fucking broken scale.
I walk home wondering when exactly I got so girly and fragile in the waterworks department.
My eyes hadn't yet dried from my scale-induced sobbing when I pick up my mail and get this:
I mean, is that even legal?! I know it's not nice. But is it legal?!
Rest assured, I took out all of my workidiot and scale trauma aggression out on the poor membership dude who was the most recent email contact I had with Sport & Health. Short of him writing me back in tears and handing over one of those really big checks with my name on it (like the Publishers Clearinghouse kind, with a lot of zeros and made out of 8ftx4ft oak tag), something tells me this is far from over.