2012. The Year I Get My Ass Back

*Warning. This post is full of very short sentences.*

 OK bitches. Enough is enough. It is time for "Project GetmyfatassarmsandthighsinshapebeforeIhavetoputonshortsandswimsuits".  Over the Christmas season I ate alot of crap. And I enjoyed every second of it until my pants got too tight and I felt like dog poop.  Then I got depressed and ate more junk food and continued to feel like death. It's a never ending cycle. You see, I have this condition. I like to call it Denial. I can look in the mirror for months and think I look good but then one day I wake up, put on my jeans and notice that I am cushy-mushy. I am at the point now where I am not happy with the way my clothes are fitting and the way I feel. I don't want to suck in my gut all day every day. I don't want to wear long sweaters to hide my ass. I do not want my children flapping my arm wings any longer. And these zits. Man, I don't know about you but I have more zits now than I did throughout my entire teen aged life. Life is cruel.  So I have decided to do something drastic. Like, I mean friggin monumental. 2012 will be the year that I put myself first. *gasp* I will go to the gym. I will go running. I will run a 5k...maybe even a 10k. I will not feel guilty about taking "me time". I will allow myself to do the things I want to do because I am realizing that life is too short to put things off...to put myself last. I went to the gym three times last week and worked out for 90 minutes a day. It felt so good to sweat and hurt. I almost even sang out loud to my workout tunes but thought people might look at me funny. And when I was doing weights, I might have even grunted a bit. *dontcha hate when people do that?* I am determined this time. Except I refuse to step on the scale. I just want to feel good and have my pants fit. And lose the jiggly wigglys. That's all.