Goddess in Training?
Last night as I sat here eating chocolate, I was disturbed from my solace by the sound of grunting and music blasting.
It was my Hubby. Working out.
As I popped another bon-bon into my pie-hole, I contemplated the absurdity of the situation. There I was, in my stretched-to capacity yoga pants, eating junk food, while my Jack Sprat-ish husband was downstairs doing copious amounts of ab crunches and pumping weights.
So I vowed to do something about it.
Eventually.
Right after I finish that last chocolate.
And after I have my nice toasty hot bath and read a book.
And after this cold/pneumonia goes away.
And after I write my exam.
Then, watch out people, 'cause I'm going to get BACK into the groove! I'm gonna find that mojo that I lost back in November, and I'm going to regain and surpass my 'peak' performance. I've lost a ton of ground (no pun intended) on my running progress; where I once could do 60 minutes non stop, I can barely do 15 now without gagging and dry heaving. It's so disheartening.
But I will prevail.
And if not, then I'm moving to Niger where a friend of mine had the good sense to tell me this:
"Absolutely nothing wrong with this picture, babe. :) It's our North American culture that's so messed up. If we were living in, say, Hangandi, Niger, we could eat chocolate to our hearts' content. Fat is taken as a sign of sexual desirability. Brides-to-be are placed in "fattening huts" for a few weeks before their wedding, where all they do is eat and gain weight, and the fattest woman always wins the local beauty contest. :)"
In Niger, I'd be a goddess!
It was my Hubby. Working out.
As I popped another bon-bon into my pie-hole, I contemplated the absurdity of the situation. There I was, in my stretched-to capacity yoga pants, eating junk food, while my Jack Sprat-ish husband was downstairs doing copious amounts of ab crunches and pumping weights.
So I vowed to do something about it.
Eventually.
Right after I finish that last chocolate.
And after I have my nice toasty hot bath and read a book.
And after this cold/pneumonia goes away.
And after I write my exam.
Then, watch out people, 'cause I'm going to get BACK into the groove! I'm gonna find that mojo that I lost back in November, and I'm going to regain and surpass my 'peak' performance. I've lost a ton of ground (no pun intended) on my running progress; where I once could do 60 minutes non stop, I can barely do 15 now without gagging and dry heaving. It's so disheartening.
But I will prevail.
And if not, then I'm moving to Niger where a friend of mine had the good sense to tell me this:
"Absolutely nothing wrong with this picture, babe. :) It's our North American culture that's so messed up. If we were living in, say, Hangandi, Niger, we could eat chocolate to our hearts' content. Fat is taken as a sign of sexual desirability. Brides-to-be are placed in "fattening huts" for a few weeks before their wedding, where all they do is eat and gain weight, and the fattest woman always wins the local beauty contest. :)"
In Niger, I'd be a goddess!
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