Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Die, diet, exercise; it's all relative. I'll be 35 this July 12th (Pauses briefly for applause) I'm fairly comfortable in my skin, actually I'm quite comfortable with my body-lately however I've been shall we say, "Getting a tad too comfortable". At 5'3, and way past my pubescent years wider is the only way for this chassis. A little junk in the trunk never hurt anyone but I'm pushing it. (See photo right) Laughs.
Why am I sharing this? Two reasons, first this blog is a historical record of the insanity that is me and second, dieting is one of those things of which I must coax and convince myself. I am a certified snack junkie and every meal, every meal is followed by a "treat". Way back in my city streets pounding youth, the good genes/jeans Gods looked upon me favorably. I guess I pissed them off along the way and now I'm trying to redeem myself before it's too late. Wish me luck and countdown the days with me. (See below)
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