Drama is a fat Bitch
Last summer my clothes stretched and snickered but I ignored them. I got on the scale right before school started (2006) and saw an unfamiliar number. I began making changes and saw some results.
Bit by bit I allowed drama the upper hand and chose the easy way out. I can be thankful I haven't gained it all back.
It takes effort and discipline to lose weight. There's no reason why my divorce should be monopolizing my excess energy. Save it for the gym.
I made promises I haven't kept.
I chose an extra 30 min of sleep and b.com/other sites like ALT over taking better care of my self. What am I stupid? I guess so.
I'm back on track and better sense prevailed.
Us girls are signed up for JAB class-we git to hit things, we're also doing Pilates and looking into a belly dancing class, not sure I can afford the hoochie mama moves.
I get up every morning and hit the gym at 5:30 am for cardio and weight training.
I still have my favorite high school jeans. I'll be wearing them again just like I did 4 years ago.
So kiss my ass now before it disappears!
I've lost 5 pounds. I think if I lose about 5 more I'll be where I was last Nov/Dec. It isn't near enough but that's okay. I weigh less than last summer.
This season I'll snark at the larger sizes bitchen about how I can't wear them any more. All those shexy skirts and dresses I have are begging to touch my skin and show me off. They're calling my name soon they'll be teasing yours.
I'm going to keep this promise and drama can jack off in some forgotten corner.
GO ME!
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