2005-02-09 - 1:08 p.m.
hot date with myself tonight at the gym
I didn’t stay for my meeting last night. I know I probably should have, but I just didn’t feel like hearing them blather on for an hour about their coping methods for the Super Bowl. Seriously. Sometimes I’m in a mood where that stuff is fine and I’m cool with it, other times my lameass/hokey tolerance level is far too low to stay. Since I went to WW, I didn’t go to the gym, but I’m going tonight.
Sideways crunches? A total bitch. I felt like the muscles buried under my gut were under siege or something. The regular ones are bad enough, but I could barely bend over without feeling the pain after the sideways variety. I think my body is starting to realize the party is over now that the fried food flow has been cut off and replaced with exercise.
I swear, losing weight is like being in a serious relationship with yourself. It takes all of your attention, time and energy to make it work. I think about when I’ll exercise, what I’m going to eat, no the fucking scale didn’t, etc etc. I’d still rather date myself than be fat, though.
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