Sea and I were flippin' through some old photos, and we came across one from a summer we went camping. We were hot. Smokin'. I was super slim, had a sweet tan, killer abs, and made a flourescent green bikini look good.
I pictured myself going on a beach now in that suit and imagined hot twinkies and grown men running away screaming. There's *no way* I'd do it. Nope. Not even for money. Okay, I'd do it for money... but it would have to be a lot.
This got me to thinking: What the eff happened?! Whatever and I postulated a theory a while back that Starbucks, McDonalds, Tater Tots, and ice cream may have something to do with our weight gain. Bastards. Not to mention the whole sitting in classrooms taking notes (on my sass), studying in coffee shops (on my sass), and then going to my desk job to sit (on my sass).
Then I got to thinking even further: How was I so slim in the first place?! Age? Probably. Weird eating? Probably. Exercise? Heck yeah. Also, I used to play volleyball, basketball, and soccer. And I ran and did three hundred crunches before bed each night. That's freakin' amazing.
This got me to thinking some more: Why don't I do some of this stuff again? Heck, why don't I? Tonight I'm going to do thirty crunches. Yeah, it's 270 *less* than I used to do, but it's a start. And tomorrow I'm going to have yougurt. With bran. Whoa. Again, it's a start.
2 comments:
YEAH yogurt and bran!
I just came up with a whole new eating plan (based on Canada's Food Guide - I know! What a concept!) and exercise plan. Turns out getting enough grains is REALLY hard for me. Did you know we're supposed to have 6-7 servings per DAY? A serving is like a piece of bread or half a bagel or 1/2 a cup of cereal. Snap.
I also tried doing some push-ups yesterday, just to see where I'm at. Compared to this time last year - oh my word, it's pitiful. I won't even post in a public forum how many I got, it's so freaking sad.
You and me, kid, hacking out a whimpy number of push ups and sit ups before bed (and maybe in the mornings??). If you want some accountability, I'm your woman.
Post a Comment