I done gone and lost my mind.

In a moment of Brazilian Sugar Cane Liquor haze, I agreed to what just might be the most hilarious endeavor of my life. Now you have to remember that up until about a year and a half ago, the number of times I had been in a gym could be counted on my fingers and toes. Now add that to the fact that I love to eat, then multiply that by my medal-worthy ability to lounge around the house and you will get a great big laugh out of my commitment to compete in a FITNESS COMPETITION! My friend Amber has appealed to my idealistic side (which is the side of my brain that tells me I can look like Angelina Jolie but better, ha!) and so yesterday I hit the gym for a weight lifting session with Amber, Brett, Matthew, and Jed. I said if you have 5 people it counts as an exercise class, so my classmates and I proceeded to push and pull around heavy weights targeting only two muscle groups for an hour and a half. Not the most productive thing I have done lately. But, I am convinced that over the next 6-8 months I just might make my goal to look like this:

I gotta go, it's time to get to the gym to work on the glutes! (I kind of want to be her and kill her simultaneously! You know you do to)