Elephant arch. . . .

Hike 2 of our training program to be ready for trekking 27 miles across the Grand Canyon, commenced this past Saturday.  We started early.

And by "we" I'm referring of course to me and my mother.  The only two who showed up at 6am to hit the trail.  Our plan:  2.5 miles to Elephant Arch.  A nice 5 miles round trip, no big D. 

What actually went down:  The gate to the trail head was closed so we had to park there and walk 1.5 miles before we even got to where the trail started.

It wasn't bad.  We had started early enough that the heat wasn't an issue.  Then about a mile or so after the trailhead, is Bone Wash.  Kill. Me. Now.

Does that sand look fun?  It's not.  You get to walk in this crap for 1.5 miles.  And then. . . .

You're there.

Hiking is for rich people who hate themselves.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall. . . .

My skinny self has been so proud of my fat self this past week. She cut back on sugar (including Coke), made some really good eating choices, and was even exercising regularly. Then this happened.

We're not ready to talk about it. Fat self is in time out.

Open letter from my skinny self to my fat self. . . .

Shit is about to get real up in here.

You gained 37 pounds this winter.

37!!!!!!!!!!!

Thirty.  Seven.

You are officially out of jeans that you can put on, button up, and still breathe.

Remember at the first of the year when your all "I'm gonna like totally stop drinking pop, and start working out"

Well guess what?!  You didn't fat a$$!  You just continue to sit on the couch and drink Coke and eat oreo's.

Oh, if Bob Harper could see through that tv he'd have a heart attack just from the stench of In-N-Out on your breath.

What's that?  Your feet hurt?  Your hungry?  SUCK IT UP SISTER!

You do whatever it is you have to do to get yourself motivated and Bob and I will see you at 7am!