Thursday, March 15, 2012


One problem with working out is I feel like I'm wearing a fatsuit. I have lost the energetic, non-jiggly, cheerleader bod of high school and have somehow slipped on the suit 'o blubber and let me tell you, I'm struggling with the motivation. Instead of feeling all enegized to melt the blob suit off, I hate how it is slowing me down or making me feel. So, I get angry and running up and down stairs angry just isn't any fun.

Whiner. I'm a whiner...but it is how I feel.

I'm mad and I feel Like a stranger in my own skin. I have for months..hell...YEARS at this point...
Maybe I need a kick boxing class. Kung Fu fighting my fat might soothe the savage beast of self defeat?

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