Taking responsibility
I’ve been bitching about the fact that I haven’t felt well and so I haven’t been to the gym or to yoga for going on nearly two months now. It’s sorta crazy seeing how I’ve been to the gym for years now and to go two months is really gnarly. I tried on a size 12 dress today and it was snug in the hips. Blech. Double Blech.
It ain’t good – no not good at all. So while I’m sitting here not going to the gym, and not dieting, my waistline that was already in peril is expanding. And so I am vexed. I’m vexed because nowadays to go to the gym 5 to 7 days a week plus walk the dogs ONLY helps me maintain – it doesn’t buy me a lithe muscular body, it just maintains. HOW BORING IS THAT?
But not going to the gym, well that’s a different story, now I’m just sitting here swelling up like a poison dog and then what? A size 12 dress is snug in the hips. Good grief.
I noticed that 38,000 people visited my blog this year so far and I wonder if at the end of the day, they have anything to say about someone who should take responsibility for her own body, but who doesn’t, who just sits here feeling like I’m damned if I do, and tripled damned if I don’t. Bah humbug.