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Prime example as to why I think it will work

02/28/2006

ETA: When you click on a link, if it’s all squiggly and weird, hover on the lower right hand corner, you should get the handy dandy viewer thingy that will expand the image to regular size…will post today about why all the weird and the handy dandy.

There is a program here at work that is called Be Fit. It’s some weight loss thingamajig where people have to agree to weekly weigh-ins, four days of cardio, three days of weights, and the tip of the penis off your first born son. They seem all nice in print, but several of my co-workers have told me the skinny (or rather the not so skinny).

The program has been going on for a year, and while I am not a member, I do enjoy the meals made in the food services and nutrition department. Generally they are full of yummy stuff and make me go YUUUUUUMMMMM. But…The Be Fit Lentil Spinach Cranberry Plate has a side of hummus that tastes like cack. I am the girl who will will make her own hummus just for the right mixture of garlic and lemon juice. These people have not only forgotten the garlic and lemon juice, they also forgot that it tastes like cack.

Here’s the thing, I got this plate the last time they served it. And the time before that. And the time before that. I think you see where I am going with this. I wonder when I will learn to stop eating the hummus. The cack hummus.

As a side note, I saw her tits (scroll down)and I almost went blind. I belong to the gym at work, which is were all the Be Fitters join for their Nazi training sessions. She is one of the trainers and is apparently not at all body conscious. I know this because I saw her tits. Laying there. Flatly. Limp. Looking at me. I mean if you have cock-eyed tits (um?) shouldn’t you not let them loose in public like that?

The next day I needed some help on a weight machine, just who do you think was the trainer on duty…yeah flattittywoman. I couldn’t look her in the eye because all I could think was: “Wow, if my tits ever do that I am selling my children and using the money to get them lifted back up.” (I hear the white slave trade is going like gang busters in the middle east).

I just took another bite of the cack hummus.