When I was younger, I was obsessed over exercise. It helped me to cope with depression and fibromyalgia. Restricted eating, or as my dad used to say, “weeds and seed” gave me control. And while exercise didn’t make me feel any better or give me any more energy, I believe it is due to a load of undiagnosed conditions that I have had since a teenager. But it did make me look good. And that is a boost in and of itself.
Over time, with stress and work and marriage and worry and children and more illness and overload, I have allowed exercise to fall into the category of “someday”. Well, someday needs to turn into today. I am tired of looking like a lumpy pudding. And while I can’t get rid of 50 inches of cancer scars, I can get rid of a dimpled booty. So I have started. The first session was absolutely fine. I was a little sweaty and a little fatigued, but I did well. But I am discovering that the only way I can keep this up is to exercise early in the morning, or my day sucks up all my energy and time. Ugh! I don’t sleep well, and I feel like the day after being hit by a car when I get up. I sleep as long as I can and then frantically run around doing what I should have done an hour ago. So I need to get over the hurdle of Getting Up Early. After all, what is an hour? I’m going to feel the same.
So I am starting a series of, I hope, humorous quotes about being fat. I hope I don’t offend. Humor is the lifeblood of resilience.
You may be snooty
about the fat on my booty.
And I wholeheartedly agree.
For it is quite embarrassing to me!
Fat needs to be wacked.
And I intend to remove this gloopy crap.
So I shall exercise galore!
And shed these pounds once more.
As I fall panting in a heap
I know I shall reap
A body with booty no more!