Well the Blue Team is still holding strong in second place! We have really got to pull some good numbers to get ahead of the black team! I know I wasn't much help this week! I lost 1.2 lbs. which I was still excited about considering all the birthday celebrations. After one visit to Olive Garden, two to Cafe Rio, movie popcorn and about half a dozen of Aunt Lynda's sugar cookies, I breathed a giant sigh of relief when I saw that it was a loss!! YEAH! I'm sure if it hadn't been for the 3 visits to the gym, a soccer game and a bb game I would have been on the other side of the stick! Whew! This week will be better! If nothing else I am sure I have burned a million calories shoveling snow! Speaking of which I need to get my shovel and get to work!
At Weight Watchers they gave out this very strange recipe. Everyone raved about it so I ran right over to Stop & Shop and bought a brownie mix and a can of black beans and ran home and made them. Okay, I am a very picky girl when it comes to "diet" food and treats and I have never bought a can of black beans in my whole life, but I have to tell you that these are the BOMB!!! They are absolutely delicious! Even Joe couldn't taste the beans! Although they truly are "bites" they are only 1 pt. (70 cal. or less) per bite. The trick is going to be not eating all 72 bites in one sitting! So I will include the recipe and instructions so you can try them. Leave me a comment if you try them and let me know what you think!
Magic Brownie Bites
1 Betty Crocker (9x13) dry brownie mix
1 can black beans
Drain beans in colander. Thoroughly rinse beans & can discarding all liquid. Return washed beans into clean can and fill to brim of can with cold water. Puree beans and water in food processor or blender. Combine brownie mix & pureed water/beans. DO NOT ADD EGGS OR OIL!! Bake in 9x13 pan as directed on brownie mix. When cool cut into 72 rectangles (9x8). Each bite is 1 pt. or less than 70 cal. each!!!
I am also including a funny email Shelly sent to the Blue Team! It's worth the read! Have a great Friday!
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress
MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess -- with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile Woo Hoo!! Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why the Hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other shit too.
THURSDAY:
Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late, it took me that long to tie my shoes.
Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny b to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that b Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world.Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.
Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damned barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
SATURDAY:
Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her made me want to smash the machine with my planner. However, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little shit) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
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