I'm sick of it.
So the other day I decided the bathroom was in dire need of a scrub-down. I grabbed my weapons of choice and went to work. Can someone please explain to me why I was completely whipped and out of breath after only scrubbing the shower? Is that not pathetic? So, I've had it. I'm not a particularly big girl by any means; maybe 125 or 130 pounds, tops. I sit on my ass all day at work then come home only to park it in front of the tube. Then, just to mix things up a little, at around 10 or 11pm, I go into my bedroom and lay down for a few hours. And thus the cycle repeats itself every 24 hours.
Today (Sunday), I went outside only once and that was to get the mail (that I forgot to grab on Saturday). And do you know that I didn't even walk to the mailbox, I drove?! I'm tired all of the time. The smallest things poop me out.
I have a gym membership (have had it for, geez, I dunno, 4 or 5 years). For the first couple of years, I was really good about going. I'd go to the gym at least four times a week. I felt so good and looked pretty good too. But, the last couple of years, I've kinda let it slip. I can go months without going to the gym and then go a couple of times and then slack off again (lather, rinse, repeat).
My body is starting to kinda, well, sag. Of course I've heard all the crazy old ladies telling their crazy stories, but I never really believed them. I tried to explain to one of my girlfriends what I'm going through. I told her that my ass has fallen at least two inches (it really has). She just laughed at me and told me I was crazy (as usual). But it really has dropped two inches(if not more). My thighs are definately shorter and my back is much longer. If I had known that this was going to happen, I would have taken a picture of my backside a couple of years ago so that I could prove it now! I had a sales girl point out to me a couple of months back that I actually should be wearing short, not regular length, pants. And she was right. I tried on the short pants and they fit perfectly. My ass has fallen two inches and my legs are now shorter.
Anyway, getting back to the subject, I am going to the gym this week. I'm absolutely going to do it. This is ridiculous. I don't want to promise that I'm going tomorrow. Setting goals too high just leads to failure and a box of cookies downed in less than an hour. So the goal is to get to the gym at least once before weeks end. It's just ridiculous. I can't even clean the shower without having to lay down to rest.
So the other day I decided the bathroom was in dire need of a scrub-down. I grabbed my weapons of choice and went to work. Can someone please explain to me why I was completely whipped and out of breath after only scrubbing the shower? Is that not pathetic? So, I've had it. I'm not a particularly big girl by any means; maybe 125 or 130 pounds, tops. I sit on my ass all day at work then come home only to park it in front of the tube. Then, just to mix things up a little, at around 10 or 11pm, I go into my bedroom and lay down for a few hours. And thus the cycle repeats itself every 24 hours.
Today (Sunday), I went outside only once and that was to get the mail (that I forgot to grab on Saturday). And do you know that I didn't even walk to the mailbox, I drove?! I'm tired all of the time. The smallest things poop me out.
I have a gym membership (have had it for, geez, I dunno, 4 or 5 years). For the first couple of years, I was really good about going. I'd go to the gym at least four times a week. I felt so good and looked pretty good too. But, the last couple of years, I've kinda let it slip. I can go months without going to the gym and then go a couple of times and then slack off again (lather, rinse, repeat).
My body is starting to kinda, well, sag. Of course I've heard all the crazy old ladies telling their crazy stories, but I never really believed them. I tried to explain to one of my girlfriends what I'm going through. I told her that my ass has fallen at least two inches (it really has). She just laughed at me and told me I was crazy (as usual). But it really has dropped two inches(if not more). My thighs are definately shorter and my back is much longer. If I had known that this was going to happen, I would have taken a picture of my backside a couple of years ago so that I could prove it now! I had a sales girl point out to me a couple of months back that I actually should be wearing short, not regular length, pants. And she was right. I tried on the short pants and they fit perfectly. My ass has fallen two inches and my legs are now shorter.
Anyway, getting back to the subject, I am going to the gym this week. I'm absolutely going to do it. This is ridiculous. I don't want to promise that I'm going tomorrow. Setting goals too high just leads to failure and a box of cookies downed in less than an hour. So the goal is to get to the gym at least once before weeks end. It's just ridiculous. I can't even clean the shower without having to lay down to rest.



