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Aiight, checkpoint five of nine. I'm happy to announce that I'm managed to carve down to 194.8lbs, 23% body fat.

Funny encounter at the office and at the gym today within a couple hours of each other. At the office, I was blazing down the hallway as I usually do, headed to the can. Two female co-workers of mine stopped me. They've noticed my weight loss over the past month, and knew I did "Insanity". They ask me a few cursory questions about my group. WTF? When did it become "my group"? At any rate, I brushed off the comment and moved.

So... I posted up at the gym, faithfully because I'm dedicated to my goal. I'm gonna look good for Watershed! I know I'm not hot by any means, but you've gotta work with God and your Momma gave you. For once, I was alone in my endeavor. The guy in the exercise room was doing some bag work. He quipped, "Where's your crew? You're alone today?" WTF again? When did it become my group? I joined an existing one! I explained that it's a free range group of people at Corporate (I'm from Travel) that happen to meet up. I explained my fitness goal to them, and they readily made their own goals for August 1st.

Then he asked me about my pen marks on my forearm. I further explained that it's my Scarlet Number since Scarlet Letter was taken ('sides that was about adultery, if I wore an A it either represent AWESOME or ASSHAT depending if I'd be drinking or not)

I digress!

I politely excused myself because the boxing group was about to post up at 6pm. And then?

Jorge shows up. He said I looked sad all alone doing the P90X Plus. WTF for the third time today? (isn't there a statue of limitations of WTF you can drop before you just don't care?) He quickly suited up, not Barney Stinson style, and joined me.

Me being a nice guy, queued up the DVD from the beginning - so I did 1.5 times.

What am I getting at, you ask? I'll tell you. I didn't need anyone to help get into the shape I was in, I didn't need any help setting up a fitness goal, or the assistance with the motivation to do it, or the dedication to keep digging. That being said, it's always nice to have a workout buddy and be recognized for efforts of leadership and that the results are showing - if not at the pace I wish it to be - at least someone else noticed!

'los; out

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