Hi there kids - how is everyone on this fine Wednesday morning?
Well, I finally came up with a schedule for my walking group. We're trying to get together as much as possible in between games and running all over holy hell. We're also mixing in abs and hand weights for toning up. It should be really good and hopefully yank me from this depression I'm finding myself in. Seriously...the pictures from DC have done a number on my psyche folks. It doesn't help that I found some pics of myself in PEAK rockstar condition last night. Alex is the "student of the month" at school, which means he had to bring in pics of himself from various stages of his life. I was pouring through tons of pics last night trying to find some for him to take - and in the process stumbled across some old gig pics.
These are only, what, 7 years ago - damn I was fit. I was kickboxing 3 times a week and living on protein shakes and chromium piccolinate (or however you spell it). I was wearing a shirt that showed my abs like Janet Jackson. Damn those were the days. Now I'm all soft and flabby and ew. EW. EW. I show my abs to no one because they now look more like Randy Jackson. I'm doing' my thing, dawg.
I'm now considering growing my hair back out and I sure as shit need to do something about this love handle situation. So it begins. I stepped on the scale the other day. EW. Not that I've ever really cared about what the scale says - but let's just say I weigh enough that I could donate 2 pints of blood in one sitting if I wanted to. I'll keep you posted. Is it bad that last night I had cheese and crackers for dinner. I was tired and my family decided to cook for themselves. Nothing sounded good, so I just snacked. Yeah, that's probably bad.
I'll have a salad for lunch today - that's the ticket.
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Dudette,
SNAP OUT OF IT (Cher smacking Nick Cage in Moonstruck) While working on your general fitness and HEALTHY weight loss goals, keep in mind that bodys change, it is their nature to, and while you can do those healthy things that you are, just remember Janet Jackson packed on 60 pounds and probably cried while eating a chub of liver sausage...ahhhh, back to the point, just be happy with yourself, I know it stings sometimes, but I REALLY hate that you are beating yourself up over a 7 year old picture...shit, pictures of me last week show AT LEAST a 60 pound weight differance (and not in the - range) Anyway, don't obsess and don't make yourself crazy...oh wait, have I MET YOU!!!
WHO ARE YOU??!!??!!
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