I hope I don't lose my AWESOME when I'm skinny.
Anyway. I've been surprising the hell out of myself lately.
For starters... SEVEN days straight of exercising. WHAT?! Yes. Every fucking day. At first, it was hard as hell. Then, yesterday, I actually had this conversation with a friend after lunch:
Friend: Let's just sit here and chat, I don't have to be back to the office any time soon.
Me: I have to get home and work-out before picking my kid up from school.
Friend: Did you just say "work OUT" as in exercise? I knew there was something different about you!
Me: Why do you look so shocked?
Friend: You would be the last person I'd ever imagine working out!
Me: Fuck you. I'ma be a skinny, fit bitch this time next year!
I'ma make a voo-doo doll outta that bitch right after I snatch some hair off her head and buy a roll of twine.
But seriously... I'm working out, people! For real! Now, it's only 30 minutes a day....but as each day comes, I find myself kinda craving some exercise. It's the weirdest feeling ever. Today, I went an extra 15 minutes just because I wasn't tired yet. Who the hell is this new person inside me? I'm kinda terrified of her...she's taking over my life. I guess as long as she doesn't deplete my cool-ness factor or make me some kind of stuck-up skank, I'm gonna be ok.
I know this sounds like a public service announcement or an infomercial at 2:00 a.m., but I feel good, y'all. If any of you fellow heifers want to join in on this shit, let's do it! I have found a great support system, and I would be happy to share that shit with you.