Some days I really feel like a giant tub of lard. Like Crisco. Or a bowl of bacon fat.
Not every day. Just some days.
Like today. Like right now.
Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a bunch of clothes. Because it’s in the 40s outside.
Maybe it’s because I saw my already thin friend do a “before and after” picture of her before and after she started a certain exercise program.
Now she’s thin-NER and getting abs/fit.
One day I hope that I can find a diet and exercise regimen I actually enjoy and don’t get burned out on. And where I can still eat.
One can only hope.
Funny–how my last post revolved around food.
Now I don’t even want to look at food.
Must be a love-hate relationship. Damn.