Please don’t be concerned when I refer to myself as “pig meat” “horse flesh”. I only do this to turn myself on. Yes all the signs were there, but I couldn’t see it. Too busy working, conforming to middle class America. I finally asked my husband the other night and he said, “I have learned to say nothing”. Five minutes later he told me I was “beefy”. Another two minutes and he used the word “plump”. I flexxed my bicep for him publicly and he shut the f-ck up. Yes, intimidation. At least he didn’t use the word “portly”. That might have been the final straw.
My diet is day 3 and sucking ass. And I’m not even hardcore yet. I’ve been eating meatloaf by the 1/2 lb. Yet I can’t have nuts and I can’t have chocolate. That is kind of getting to me. Supposedly I also can’t have strawberries, though I had 4 yesterday. So we’ll see where this road might take me. Maybe to nowhere. Maybe that is where I want to be.
Muscle wad is gone for the weekend. This leaves me with noone to harrass but the kids and they’re all gone too. I’m beginning to care deeply for muscle wad which may or may not be a good or bad sign. Not as in relationship/ownership care. That’s an impossibility. But as in nephew/son I never had care. Only I want to see him naked and in stirrups.
See, I’m supposed to be doing a little 20-20-10 cardio thing 3 days per week. A 5-5-5-5 number 2 days per week, and a 45 & 60 the other 2 days. I’ve been lucky to squeeze out a 20 any day at all. Where is my f-cking motivation?
If I have to buy red balloons and stirrups to stay inspired…..so be it.
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