Edmund was pushing me really hard and I’m still not used to working out with him alone, without Mo. With a partner there’s a lot more resting. Anyway, about 30 minutes into the session, after some killer lunges, (can I just say I abhor lunges with everything I have?), I got really lightheaded. Like, spinning, woozy, take these weights from me right now, I’m not being a whiny girl, I’m serious. I rested for a few minutes, got a drink, and it seemed to pass.

Walked from the "guy’s room" to the main equipment room and started doing that pull down thing. It rushed on me like a wave. My ears were ringing, my vision got fuzzy and filled with black spots, I could barely breathe. Edmund said my face was white with purple rings around my eyes. I seriously thought he was going to have to carry me or something.

I sat at his desk and he fanned me with a two month old Glamour.

Slowly my hearing creeped back and the screen before my eyes lifted. But I was still all shaky. Mostly from being completely freaked out, I’m sure.

I think it was because I hadn’t eaten since lunch.

Why you gotta starve yo’self on days you come to see me, girl?

At least I wasn’t on the treadmill or anything. I could’ve ended up with treadburn chin.

I’ve seen that happen. You’re horrified but you also can’t help but giggle. Flying limbs and crashing Walkmans. The belt still whirring. 6.5 mph. Slow it down sister and you won’t go a’flyin’.

I guess I really am that out of shape. It’s horrendous. I’ve never been jock girl by any stretch, but there was a day I could give that elliptical a smackdown. I’m only 24! Why am I so unhealthy? Sick and tired. Tired and sick.

It’s the whole office thing. It sucks. And I hate it.