Fatass


Yeah I said it. Me and my ass are getting bigger. Actually, I have stayed the same weight which makes me feel like a fatty fat fatty because I am trying, sort of. Mind you, while I am working out 1-2 days a week (lameopotamus) and slightly eating better (cobb salad below my chins) it is my own damn fault. I am not putting forth enough effort. So when I walk my fat ass down to the local deli and pickup my hand crafted nom nom salad (with ranch dressing, blue cheese crumbles, bacon, and croutons), I feel embarrassed as I pass buildings and see what my momma gave me. UGH! The stomach jiggle; how annoying is that crap?! Even with my loosely fitting shirt I hear Bill Cosby singing that damn jingle to my jiggle. My goal is to look smoking by the end of June. I still have 4 months to make a concerted effort, but I am tired just thinking about it. I lost my umph to push myself. I am not looking for dramatic, nor will I take drastic efforts. I just want to be toned and lose the ever growing jowls. I saw pictures of myself taken just this past Monday and thought holy cow, literally. I have always, and will always have chubby cheeks, but damn. Needless to say, while it will probably be a late night at the office for me, I will be going to gym even if it is just for cardio.


* I realize I said damn a lot. It is what happens when you come back to work after taking a couple days off