Outnumbered Two to One

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If I am to consider my recent fitness efforts a journey of sorts, then for the last three weeks I’ve been off the shoulder with four flats and a smoking transmission, if you get too close you might even smell gasoline. My body has not seen a lick of exercise since early December. My Jillian Michaels DVD has quietly gathered dust atop my entertainment center and the only thing I ventured to shred were potatoes and cheese.

I suppose the fact that I’ve been eating like a ten-year-old hasn’t helped my cause much either. The chips, the cookies, the ice-cream, the pie, have all contributed to the discomfort I feel when I try to button my pants. I actually spent the better part of Christmas day with my jeans unfastened…fly unzipped all the way down to accomodate my expanding waist line.

Then there’s all that coughing I’ve been doing.

And all my kids that have been spewing.

How through it all I’ve just been chewing,

chewing,

chewing.

Full of excuses aren’t I? At least you got a nice little rhyme out of it.

Yet tomorrow is a new day, a new week, the real start of the new year.

I will eat like a grown up should.

I will take my vitamins.

I will embark on some form of exercise daily.

I’ve got four new tires, a sparkly new transmission, and an engine that’s revving to go.

January’s my month, I can feel it. My jeans will fit me…oh, yes. They will.

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