Jennifer Lea writes for jlogged.com, and is co-owner of 
You’re still glowin’, you’re still crowin’
Well, I signed up for the “buddy challenge” at my gym last night. My buddy will be a total stranger (but maybe not, it’s a small town,) and we will be in a competition sort of like The Biggest Loser.
Guidelines
*Two members per team
*Each team will be assigned a Trainer/Coach at the beginning of the challenge to provide motivation, guidance and accountability. Each team will check in with their Trainer/Coach weekly for weigh-ins and feedback. Teams can also purchase Personal Training sessions with their Trainer if needed.
*Each participant will receive a personalized Fitness and Nutrition Journal to track progress.
*Two prizes will be awarded at the end of the challenge to the team/teams with the most weight lost and greatest %body fat lost.
Why weight? Grab your buddy and sign up at the front desk today! If you don’t have a buddy, let us know and we will do our best to find you one.
New Year, New You!
So, last night I had this crazy dream that me, my friend Jody, my yoga instructor, and all my kids were at a fancy dinner party and everyone was eating SPAM right out of the can. I was sweating profusely and saying “uh, this is really gross why, why are we eating compacted, gelatinous, animal goo straight from the can?” Jody, piped up and said “If it will make you feel better we can put it on paper plates.” She is even a wise @$$ in my dreams? They were all wearing ball gowns. The kids were in tux’s. I am in my pajamas with messy hair. Aaron shows up and declares this “the best dinner party of his life!”
Anxiety about the contest? What does this all mean? Feel free to interpret.
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January 17th, 2008 at 9:43 am
That is an awesome dream. I’ve always wanted to eat unsliced bologna with a spoon, so eating Spam out of a can sounds like the next best thing.
-A
January 17th, 2008 at 9:49 am
You and your processed food fantasies.
January 18th, 2008 at 12:01 am
Check out the size of that slice in the photo. That guy died later that night from Spam related heart conditions.
January 18th, 2008 at 7:46 pm
This is too funny! I only wish we went to the same gym.
Now, as for the dream analysis: I think your subconscious mind felt vulnerable after your very honest post about your heartburn/health issues and this dream was a manifestation of that insecurity.
January 28th, 2008 at 5:13 pm
spam is gross - my grandma pulled some out about a year ago and I was all, “Grandma what is wrong with you - no one wants to eat grody Spam”.
She said she had to rotate her food storage. Yuck. Of course, in case of a nuclear meltdown I’m so going to her house for Spam. That IS my emergcency plan.