Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Jog, Jiggle and Jump
I have been running since last spring, but when I look in the mirror I can't just accept me for me.
I see that my stomach is puffy. That my arms jiggle. That I can do magic tricks with my back fat and bunny rabbits. I don't see the results of a girl who runs, on concrete, or worse, on a broken treadmill, that could be mistaken for a big 'ol piece of doodie.
This is where I jump up and down and pout "WHY CAN'T I LOOK LIKE Jessica Simpson in Dukes of Hazards!!!! WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS THIS COMBINED WITH THIS!"
I'm serious ready to jump off this exercise kick into some stretchy pants. I could use some advice. Anyone know a good surgeon who takes charity cases?
Posted by sarah at 3:44 PM