Friday, December 29, 2006
I hate being a cliche'
So it's new years and guess what I am thinking about along with every other 30 or 40 somethin' mom in this country? Yes, that's right...I'm thinking my ass is too big for my jeans and I don't want to celebrate in such a big fat suite next year. And I'm really feeling motivated to do it now...excuse me I need to take a hit off my brownine...this time will be different, this time I will attack this seriously and really do what I set my mind on. Oh, what ever...the worst part about this new longing to be thin is that it is so darn cliche"ish" I mean me and every other fat butt will be at the gym next week...we will all be telling ourselves this is the last time we are going to "start" working out...we will all be telling ourselves that this time is different...we will all be telling ourselves that "we are the biggest loser!"
Part of me doesn't even want to go to the gym next week because all those people who were working out in November will be looking at me wondering when I will quit and stop coming and taking their machines. And, I don't blame them...dang...I used to be one of them.
Oh, I wonder how many blogs are talking about the same thing right now? Anyway, I told Laura, aka Hot Momma, that instead of doing Taco Bell with her at lunchtime, we should meet at the gym and work out together instead. I think that is brilliant! We still get to be together and talk but now we will be decreasing our girth instead of increasing it. Here's hoping this works.
It doesn't start until January 2 and then on January 3 I leave for a long weekend vacation...so I'm getting a slow start...but really, shouldn't a woman be proud of what she sees in the mirror. Shouldn't a woman want her husband to see her naked during sex instead of insisting that the lights be turned way down. Shouldn't I like clean jeans instead of cursing the fact that they are gonna be so uncomforatable until I break them in. No ice cream or candy bar or browinie can taste so good that I would be willing to sacrafice my happiness should it? It's a cliche', I've been here before, BUT maybe this time is different?
So hum along with me..."Let's get physical, physical. I wanna get physical, physical."