Let’s talk about it

By Jen (one of the Bossy Chicks)

Well Fluffy folks, it seems that we’ve been in kind of a rut here at Fight the Fluffy.  There hasn’t been a new post in almost two weeks and, in general, not a lot has been going on.

From this I can conclude that everyone’s either been super busy lately, everyone has hit their target weights, or everyone has lost interest.

I’m guilty of neglect too; I can’t even remember the last time I posted here.  And believe me, I certainly haven’t hit my target weight.

But that’s just me.  What about you?  Are you still interested in Fight the Fluffy?  Leave a comment and tell me honestly what you think.  Should we keep this going?  Thanks.

Yep, my butt really is that big

I got a new camera on Sunday.  My husband and I went to our local botanical gardens so Mr. Independent could have some water fun, and I could play with my new toy.  Since I’m great at sharing, I let my husband have a turn with the camera.  I clearly need to renew my dedication to losing weight and getting healthy.

Dragging My Carcass To The Blog

Posted by Toni

How did I ever find the time to blog before?  It seems I don’t have a minute to myself anymore.  Where did all that free time go?  Oh yeah, I remember, I gave it all to my nazi personal trainer.

Yes, I still submit myself to his tortures.  Yes, I am still humiliated as he laughs at my pain.  I even “high-five” him at the end of our hour as I drag myself out the door, whimpering, wondering if I can lift myself up into my Suburban, and somehow raise my arms enough to grab the steering wheel and get myself home.

Why do I do this?  After all, my nazi PT is merely 21 years old, still a runny-nosed kid only slightly older than my dear Tinkerbell.  I’m old enough to be this boy’s mother!  And yet I dutifully obey him as he gives me impossible tasks to perform.  And while my arms are trembling, and my legs feel like I have lava in my veins, and while I am wheezing walking at 3 mph at an incline of 25, he grins and says “It’s only because I love ya!  And the best part is that you are paying me to do this to you!”  The only thing that makes me feel better during this hour is knowing that he is even more torturous to my sweet Nacho, and when I get to hop off the treadmill two minutes sooner than Nacho, it feels so great to say in a sing-song voice “Neener, neener, neener!”

So why do I do this?  Because, my friends, I am seeing results.  Yes!  I have lost 13 pounds, gained tons of muscle, I feel stronger, and my clothes are starting to hang – this after five weeks.

So I guess I will wipe his runny nose, knock him upside the head when he needs it, give him motherly advise, and submit myself to his exercises for another three months. 

The fond farewell

Well, ladies and gents, this is goodbye. I had a lot of fun at Fight the Fluffy but now I’m pleased to announce that, while I’m still a few pounds shy of my original goal weight, I’m very pleased with my reflection. You guys kept me focused while my husband was away and during that time, I lost 20 pounds. I’ve kept it off for two months so far and now that I feel a bit better about the way I look, I have found that I’m spending more time outside and at the pool. In a bathing suit, even! I’m happy with the way things are and I think it’s a good time to make my exit. I didn’t think I’d ever lose five pounds let alone 20 with my health problems but I did. Don’t give up, you guys. I sincerely hope that each and every one of you get to the point in your life where you’d rather enjoy your new physique rather than dwell on it. Thanks!

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