BUZZ BUZZ Once There Was...

well, i USED to love gym-stuff. then i got out of shape. Poor diet, poor exercise--a serious neglect case. forget the freshmen 15. try the 'freshmen 50.' ...spread out over a number of years, but you get the idea.


so now? there's this huuuuuuuuuge span of time at the beginning of 'getting back into shape' that's gonna suck balls. the part where i pant and feel awkward and achey and foolish. Where i avoid making eye-contact with the folks who use the gym to SCULPT their bodies rather than hammer away at chunks of it in the hopes that some significant part cracks and falls off.

I know that things could always be worse. It could be 20 years from now and i'd STILL not started hunting for that "thin person" that's hiding inside of me... (i know exactly where she is, she's right down the middle, hording the chocolate i ate during easter. Bitch won't let it go.)



eh. i'm excited at this point b/c i'm going and it doesn't suck. Until i've got a genuine HABIT going though, the fear that i'll mess up and have to start over AGAIN is gonna linger. :/



oh well. bed time. going to the gym tomorrow, you know. ;)