There is a "Biggest Loser" competition within Belmont Abbey College. You know, that reality show that you allow yourself to watch because, yes, you're rotting your brains, but no, this show is not a crime against humanity (see Real World). The winner recieves a great prize: potentially, an eliptical machine or treadmill. Wonderful! I would love an eliptical! I really would, it's my favorite among the exercise machines (excluding, say, a weight bench, which is not really a machine). Oh, but sorry, I cannot lose any weight. I could lose a 5-10 pounds, not that I need to I suppose, but after that I would surely waste away. 5-10 pounds cannot win a "Biggest Loser" competition. But wait-- who says I'm fit? Thin does not equal fit and fit does not equal thin! I could surely benefit from an eliptical, but alas, I'll need to put on about 100 pounds before I can even think of trying to win the competition...
Gosh, sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart. Sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing. I think I did. I'm sure I did. Right?
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