Baby's Got Her Boot Camp On

This morning I did something that I think I'm going to totally regret. In my sickly fog (my ears are stopped up, so I probably couldn't understand what my friend was asking), I agreed to sign up for Birmingham Boot Camp. Well, $210 and an anxiety attack later - I have agreed to meet with my instructor to take my measurements, determine my body fat, and take a before picture. I mean, I know all of these things advertise that they are for all fitness levels, but take one look at the women on the web site and you too might immediately regret your decision. I don't know if my ego can handle getting its ass handed to me by a 50 year old mom, who is better looking and in better shape than I am. More overwhelming than the word "boot camp", is the time "5:30 am", which is when I'll be standing at attention in the field of a local elementary school. Maybe I should really be offended that I signed up in the first place. I am a bridesmaid in my good friend's wedding this summer, and the bride is the one who in fact convinced me to sign up in the first place. Was she trying to tell me that I needed to be in better shape for her wedding? But not knowing what the after pictures look like, she's totally running the risk of me looking better than her at the wedding (i kid, i kid).

Maybe if the after results are as good as I hope they will be, I will put on a pink bikini, and re-enact Heidi Montag's "Higher" video.

Stay tuned for updates on my boot camp survival.