I don’t really struggle with my weight. In fact, gaining weight comes very easily to me. I once gained twenty pounds just from driving by a Dunkin Donuts. And by “driving by” I mean driving by the window and grabbing a dozen Boston Creme Donuts. I have absolutely no self-control when it comes to those donuts. Well after I couldn’t fit into my clothes, and I really like my clothes, I decided it was time to work my ass off…literally. After almost three months of three exercise programs a day for six days a week, and a diet that demanded I drink most of my meals, I was down twenty pounds, my ass was two inches higher than when I started, and I was back into my awesome wardrobe! So I catch a lot of flack for drinking Slim Fast for lunch, because I’m “skinny” and what do I need to diet for? Really? Well first off, thank you for calling me skinny. Secondly, I don’t just wake up skinny, I work my ass off to fit into my jeans. I’m always hungry but can’t eat anything that I like, I hate exercising and sometimes wonder why I bother. I know how suckish it feels to look in the mirror and hate what you see. So the last few months, for reasons beyond my control (hunger and laziness), I have gained back a few of my pounds. All of that hard work is slipping away from me. I went out and bought some McDonald’s and Jillian’s 30 day shred. I was very disappointed after working hard for twenty minutes, and suffering what I can only assume was a mini heart attack, that my weight remained the same, and also, I didn’t have a six-pack. What the hell? Why does my scale tell lies? I guess I’ll have to keep working. In the meantime, I’ll take comfort in knowing that my belly may be a little soft, but with a rack like this, who gives a shit?
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