Weight Loss

This afternoon, in a fit of self-hate I looked in the mirror to find that I was a fat disgusting slob and took myself down to my local GNC to get myself some magic diet pills to get rid of all these fat rolls I'm too fecking lazy to...I don't know...EXCERCISE away!

Well, while I was standing in that store staring grim-faced at the many shelves of "miracle fat-away pills" I came to the realization of how ridiculous it was for ME to be shopping for diet pills. I mean, I'm no swimsuit model, but I'm certainly not fat, either. I mean, I only weigh 125 pounds for goodness sake!

Now, some of you ladies may hear that number and be shrieking to yourselves: "Good god! The girl's anorexic!  How could she possibly be so skinny and still think there's even the slightest possibility of her being out of shape!" Well, to put it into perspective for you: I'm only 5' 2" tall. So 125 is actually VERY healthy for me. At 115 I had a bit of a belly. 10 pounds later, that "bit of belly" has grown a bit and migrated all over my ass and thighs...ESPECIALLY my ass. I now sport a ghetto booty that would make a rap star's girlfriend weep.

*Sigh* However, none of that is an excuse for me to resign to drugs to solve my problem.

I DID buy some weight loss supplements...but not the "miracle weight loss while sitting on your ass" kind. I got the kind that "amplifies the amount of fat burned while exercising and helps increase your body's natural output of energy to help make exercising easier" kind. They come in this really pretty cheerful pink bottle that I'm hoping will make me so exited to use them it will motivate me to exercise.


I also asked my husband to please do me the huge favor of being my personal trainer by every day ordering (not requesting) me to do something active.

Wish me luck!

LittleSpastic Out.