4-3-2011
I have spent the past two weekends with two of the prettiest ladies (with the biggest hearts) I have ever known. Do you know what this does to my ego?
Olivia is the gorgeous wife of one of Dan's high school buddies. Talk about knock-out. Men seriously just stop and stare when she walks by. She's THAT girl. She is tan (the Hispanic genes do help with this), long flowing hair, perfect skin, and fantastically toned and fit. Her legs are to die for. Yes, I'm beyond jealous. Then there is my sister, Kelly. She is 5 feet 9 inches and skinny and cute as heck, with the perfect model physique. She is the younger, prettier, taller, skinnier version of me. Again, jealous.
Shopping with these two skinny-minis sure played games with my head. It's not fun to be the fat one...in case you were wondering. I just want to be able to walk into a store, grab a pair of shorts off the rack (like they do) and look adorable. Well, those two girls don't have thunder thighs like I do. They don't have to worry about their beer belly (similar to that of a 50 year old man) hanging over the top of the shorts. GRRR. It's so unfair. I could just cry. Ok, I'm crying...again.
So, anyway, I had to drop my sister and her family off at the airport at 5:30 this morning. On the drive home, as I'm sobbing and snotting all over, it hits me that I should use this morning wisely and exercise while everyone in my house is asleep. So I did. (Insert a round of applause here). However, before I did the exercise I jumped on the scale. WTH? I've gained 3.4 pounds since March 19. So...that was all the motivation I needed. I knocked out the first 30 minutes with no problems. I haven't done the cardio DVD yet, but I will this afternoon. I promise.
There will be no breakfast for me today. Obviously, it's time to try anorexia. I'm dead serious. Back to the juice smoothies and diet pills I go. I can't stand myself. I'm in a deep, dark place and refuse to come out until I'm skinny.
JL
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