i have had it with my fucking fat ass. i will announce secondly that i am dieting and exercising, both weight training w/ a personal trainer and doing cardio for 1 hr sessions. now that i have made that pathetic proclamation, i am going to skim the bottom of the deep well of lost hopes and broken dreams and crushed self-esteem. Fondles, eat your sarcastic heart out. there's plenty to go around.
no one looks as good as they did in their early 20's, but most people look better in their teens than they do in their 20's, right? that wasn't the case for me. after moving to Texas at 21 i made some drastic lifestyle changes and dropped A LOT of weight and mass. i was still very toned, and had no problem demonstrating while coaching gymnastics part time. of course then i had my daughter, and though i had a few rough months after, i returned to almost the same size/shape as i was before. very cute. up until about 4-5 yrs ago, i seem to be putting on a couple of pounds a year. until i got married. now i weigh the heaviest ever, even more than when i was 9 months preggers. fact of life, fine. i'll deal. it's just that it won't budge. i can see my muscle tone coming back quite a bit, but i haven't lost any weight, and my target areas aren't budging, no matter how specific i get.
and i fucking hate it. i don't feel or look like myself, and i have the ghost period (as Brian calls it)and i'm just not feelin it.
fucking fuckety fuckness. - lady fatness
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"i am going to skim the bottom of the deep well of lost hopes and broken dreams and crushed self-esteem."
so, what you are saying, is that you're home, eating ice cream and blogging.
good for you.
fondles? is that like love handles?
unfortunately, i was not eating any of the like. perhaps if i were, i would be happier.
YEAH. fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
you're falling behind on the blogging. do you have a life, or something?
a life? i figured out how to get thin. you go up into the Texas Hill Country to camp, and at night when it gets down to 35 degrees, you kick your fat burner into high gear to keep you and your child from freezing, while husband is so drunk that our tent has become filled with alcohol fumes, slightly intoxicating and soothing us to a mild unconscious.
awww, cold gas. that's sad.
lord f
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