Welcome to What Would Trisha Chew? Or WWTC? for short.

Welcome, Friends!!! In the last few months, the number of emails and text messages I receive has grown substantially. In this first post of WWTC? I am going to be basic. Don't worry, don't worry, we'll get down to the dirty details of my horrific fat childhood, adulthood and some of the icks in between as well as talking about slashed tires, getting my head glued, pooping and farting. Anyhoo, every one of these emails/texts ask the same questions or beg for the same things.

The question that inquiring minds want to know is "how in the hell do you stay motivated?!?!" Most of you already know, I spend almost all of my free time working out, first workout of the day begins at 4:30 in the morning. Eek, I know. The answers I give to this are:
-I'm tired of being a fatty.

-I don't want Tyson to be ashamed to be seen with me in public because of the whispers of "which one's Ty's mom? The FAT one?"

-I'm tired of being a fatty. Yep, twice as tired of being a fatty, maybe even three, but not quite since I don't seem to have THAT much time to dedicate to complete obsessiveness.

And the begging: "TRISHA, PLEASE HELP ME! I'M USING THE 'I'VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP' IN THE MORNING BIT TO GET OUT OF WORKING OUT! SEND SOME MOTIVATION TO ME!!!"

The motivation I can lend is that no one is going to do it for you and I have all the confidence in the world that you can get moving and do it. I AM doing it and I love Dove Chocolate, those nasty little cheeseburgers from Mickey Don Don's, lounging on the couch, hanging out under an electric blanket and sleeping past the hours of when the cops are profiling drivers for drunk driving.

Most recently, I've been asked for advice on which workout programs to try. This is probably one of my favorite things to talk about because I have tried quite a few. I prefer to workout at home (another topic for another post, but it DOES have a little to do with gas).

Before I sign off on this first post, I wanted to be sure to give a shout out to my #2 partner in crime, Allyssa. You are the wind beneath my wings. In the Bette Midler sort of way. You are Barbara Hershey. And I'm putting this in writing on this blog because you refused to do so when you had the opportunity. ;)

To all of you near and far, until next time.