oink November 27 2006
I was going to title this entry MOO but I thought Brit might be offended.
Anyway, I’m fat. No seriously, FAT.
Fat like I’ve gained 40lbs in the year and a half I have lived here.
Fat like an hour of running is REALLY hard and slow for me & I don’t really get very far.
Fat like I’m too fat to run outside so I hide in the basement.
Fat like FORTY POUNDS fat.
Fuck me that’s a lot of cake.
I weigh the same right now as I did the morning I gave birth to Brendan.
I gained 60lbs during that pregnancy.
I’m not even whining.
I am seriously grossed out by this.
So, remember how well I did with the w@ight w@tchers before? Today I started again, I will not participate in meetings cause in this town you have to pre-pay for them, and I am seriously NOT spending $140 on my fat ass at this time of year.
Also, my friends from my old town want me to run The Bay with them this year. And since I stood Jon up on that one last year, I think it would be bad karma to not run it again.
Training begins today to get my ass up to 12km again by January, when I can start concentrating on building enough mileage for the entire 30km, yikes. Seems like a crazy goal at this point, but we’ll see.
At least YOU’VE got a goal!
Get me: I’ve joined the Push TV program, received my Month Two Program CD in the mail, and haven’t even opened Month One. Curse my dating a chef. Curse the thirty pounds I want to lose just to get back to where I was after my first pregnancy.
Curses.