May I RIP

I have either lost my mind or, yep I just lost my mind.

I have decided to join an exercise class.

I had a friend convince me, and apparently I fall for such trickery.

Some friend huh?  Sheesh!

I know their are a lot of exercise nuts out there but I sure am not one of them.

The kind of exercise I enjoy is taking a leisurely walk around the neighborhood on a warm summer evening.  Mostly because nothing interesting is going on at my front porch and I'm a people watcher.

I do the occasional Billy Blanks Tae Bo stuff, but those DVD's appear to be a little dusty at the moment.

Anyway so I'm going to R.I.P.P.E.D.

(Hence the RIP-rest in peace.  It's all about the titles, you know how many people viewed my blog when I said was expecting?  Many more then the norm.  See a good portion of those people will read the title of this and go, "oh she's whining about something else now", and "I have lost my trust in her after that last post.")

But you my true friends will be all like "Go Tiffany, go get skinny!  Go implode a lung!  Go bust a hemmi"

I need weights for this class. 

She said to buy between 2-8 lbs

I opted for 3. 

(Really I wanted 2 lbs but my friend was watching and I didn't want to appear wimpy, man peer pressure these days, it's deadly)

Here they are before

And here they are after. 

I may have altered them a little.

Come on, people aren't going to take me seriously when they see how out of shape I am, so I have to have some excuse for my excessive perspiration, frantic breathing, and over all "It hurts!" ness.

I would show you my outfit that I will be sporting but really does anyone want to see that?  I will tell you it is in all black.  I wear black when I exercise because it's like a funeral for my fat.  (Got that off of pinterest, I love funny people)

My first class starts tonight, wish me LUCK!  Or see me on the other side!