Negative Metabolism and Rabbit Kibble?

I don’t care what doctors, nutritionists, or personal trainers say…there is such a thing as negative metabolism…just ask my body.  It’s true and it sucks.

I started hitting the gym at work last week.  Now I know I can’t expect to see results this quickly, but you’d think I’d see a little difference?  Alright, maybe my expectations are set a little to high?  Okay, okay….ridiculously too high.  I can’t help it, though.

I look around the gym and see all of these skinny minis who should be eating, not exercising.  There’s no way I’d be next to them on the treadmill because people would mistake us for the “before and after” photos.

I take one look at them and want to run into the locker room and hide.  But wait, I don’t want to do that because that’s where I change into my workout clothes.  Great, now I’m embarrassed and cowering on the gym floor and in the locker room.

Know what I hate?  Every other television commercial is for some weight loss clinic, with every person having lost a significant amount of weight.  “Hi, I’m Betty and I lost 86 pounds in three weeks.  It was easy!  You can do it too!”

It’s all I can do to stop myself from yelling at the television and telling them to shut up. The claims are so ridiculous.  Maybe the clinics are good, but they sound pretty expensive and I would think it would be tough to keep the weight off after you stop eating their little meals.  I’d lose a ton of pounds too if I ate like a bird.

My daughter has now started to talk back to the commercials as well, telling them to stop making her mommy feel bad.  It’s nice to have my kid stick up for me, but isn’t that kind of the point of the ads?  If they made me feel amazing, I wouldn’t be barking back at them and wishing I had the money to pay for the rabbit kibble.