Yeah, I don’t know what that means either. What I do know is that I have not been taking care of myself. No excuses, ifs, ands or buts. I have spent the last six weeks eating crap, not consistently exercising and waiting for a magic pill. Now I am feeling, and looking, like a big fat ass.
(Oooh! I said the ‘A’ word!)
Today’s unseasonably warm weather reminded me that Spring will be coming soon and there is more Rachée to be loved. Way more. Lots of fries with that shake, know what I mean?
Blech!
Soon there will be no way to disguise the extra pounds that I carry. No more slouchy jeans, sweaters and heavy coats. I am not even going to be altruistic and pretend that I want to lose weight for health reasons. No. I am a fat ass and don’t want to be.
I have been watching weight loss and exercise shows in my attempt to prove that weight loss can be accomplished because I want it to. Each show tells me that hard work and discipline are the keys to getting the body I want.
Sigh!
So instead of a box of Samoas Caramel Delights I choose the serving size (two!). Instead of lounging, weights and crunches. Sneakers and sweats. The Workout boogie and push up challenge resumes.
Wish me luck.
Sweating and toning,
-r
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