Ok let's get real for a minute, people.
It's true.
Of course, it's true.
I am a woman after all.
I'm sure you've guessed by now.
I admit it.
A big reason (huge reason, ginormous reason) I'm training for a triathlon is I want to lose a few pounds. You see I've got this pair of pants....
I think every woman in America owns these pants. You know the ones. You bought them one/two/ten years ago and at the time they looked fabulous on you--so flattering they should be illegal. But now... they are just a crime. Every once in a while you pull them out of the back of your closet, tug them up your thighs as far as you can--maybe you can even button them--but infallibly they end up in a sad little pile on the floor with you right there next to them sobbing your chubby little heart out. It's a tragic and all too common tale.
Well I want to wear those pants again damnit! I just bought mine a year ago and I'm only a few pounds away from being comfortable in them. A few measly, paltry, miserable pounds. Curse you pounds! I rue the day we met! But, no! You have tarnished my self image for the last time. I refuse to be beaten down. Are you with me ladies?
I said are you WITH me ladies?!?
I can't HEAR you!
All right then!
Let's wear the hell out of those pants!
That's my version of the Braveheart speech.
k
3 comments:
To prove I'm not kidding I'm going to post a picture of me in those pants in exactly 3 months from now so that's let's see... November 14, 2010. The picture will be from the torso down and I'll wear a tight fitting shirt and show side and back angles too. If that's not motivation to quit snarfing down junk I don't know what is.
Hey K, this blog is a good idea. If you link to mine, I'll link to yours.
To funny! I know what you mean. I'm sighing with the knowledge there is a long way to go...
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