Yesterday morning was arms where I learned that I had been doing several of the exercises wrong. Preacher curls are no joke. I think I cried a little. I was feeling over-wrought, knowing that this Army wife coffee thing was on the horizon. I don't really remember a lot of what happened at the gym, because of what came after.
When I picked up That Sprout from school, I took her to McDonald's for lunch. On the way out I checked my email on my phone and saw that I got an email from the Army lady about the coffee. There was all this talk about "protocol" and how to dress and act and I realized that I had been duped. I had no idea that this was the sort of thing that one needed to brush up on one's Emily Post for.
So I had a mini panic attack and called my point of contact. She did not assuage my fears. I realized that I would need to go shopping for something to wear. I realized that I was woefully out of my depth. I was very stressed.
I talked to Mojo JoJo for a little while and he said that I shouldn't be worried and that this event was basically putting on airs. I felt a little better and we decided that I would try to find something in my closet that would be appropriate to wear. Long story short, I went to get my nails done, I picked out a nice outfit, and later I cried because I felt fat in said outfit and I was terrified of going to the coffee.
On an unrelated note: I learned today that my body fat was 44%. I looked up what a woman's body fat should be to average. It's 25-30%. Mathmatically speaking, that means that if I were to weigh 176-192 I would be an average healthy weight and percentage of body fat. I'm not buying it. I think that I want to go get a real percent body fat test. The kind in water. They do it in Wilmington for the low low price of $50. Maybe after the new year?
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