High Society

I can officially know what it feels like to be “high society”.  And, what do you need to do that, you ask?  The key, my friends, is to have your very own personal assistant.  Yep.  You heard right – I so kicked butt in this morning’s weigh-in, losing 3 lbs compared to DH’s measely little 1 lb.  Granted, some of it may have been water weight, but the scale shalt not lie.  So, here are some of the ideas I have for my personal assistant to help out with this week.  Any other suggestions for my very own PA (personal assistant) are certainly welcome.

1. Mail out long overdue b-day and Christmas presents (sad, but true)
2. Drop off and pick up my dry cleaning
3. Buy me flowers for the kitchen
4. Grocery shopping
5. Cleaning out litter box daily
6. Filling up the gas tank
7. Scheduling various appointments
8. Paying my bills
9. Packing my lunch for work
10. Taking cats to the vet
11. Drawing me baths by request, complete with bubbles, candles, soft music and my bath robe laid out
12. Making me a smoothie after each workout (if we don’t have the ingredients, my PA can run and get them and then make me a smoothie
13. Be my personal trainer and counter when doing crunches and various reps at the gym
14. Moving the alarm clock to his side of the bed and then being gently woken up when it’s time to get ready for work!
15. Cook for me on Saturday (meal of choice) table set with candles and fresh flowers (see #3 above)

Yep.  I am going to get a lot done this week!

Last Chance Workout

I am so tired.  Actually, exhausted is more like it.  My fingers can barely do the typing!  I spent an hour and a half at the gym tonight, trying by best to get in my “last chance workout” for tomorrow’s dreaded weigh-in.  Between the treadmill and bike, I burned 750 calories!  And, I came home and did 100 crunches.  I wanted to do more but my body wouldn’t let me.  Pretty damn good I’d say for someone who is oh-so-out-of-shape! 

Keep your fingers crossed for me…I’ve been teasing DH all week about all the errands he is going to have to do for me…and, in the process, have inadvertently given him some good ideas if HE wins.  In retrospect, not a smart move!   Dare I say though, my workout tonight would have made Bob and Jillian proud.

I’m the Biggest Loser

Today marks the first official day of a little healthy competition between man and wife.  We’re launching our own version of The Biggest Loser in an effort to help us meet our goals right before summer.   The competition will last 8 weeks and be based off of losing body fat percentage just like on the show.  We’ve taken some of the basic premises of the show and tweaked them to  hopefully keep us motivated.  Since we can’t eliminate anyone (for obvious reasons) we’ve decided the winner of the weekly weigh-in gets a little extra incentive.  This week we’re playing for our very own “personal assistant” for a week- the loser has to run errands, do any chores, etc. the winner wants help with (and with no complaints).  If  I win you can bet DH will be doing the grocery shopping, making me dinner, dropping off dry cleaning, running to the bank and post office…and I have a bunch of other ideas brewing too. 

Somehow I have a feeling I’m going to get a lot of little loose ends tied up next week.  Maybe DH can finally help me mail off some Christmas presents I still have laying around the house. 

Game on!