That's right, I have written 200 posts for this here blog. I can't believe I still have anything left to say. But of course, I do.
Today I am going to talk about exercise and how much it sucks. I want so much to enjoy it. To be one of those people who loves to run, so I can say things like "when I run it clears my mind, it relaxes me." But ya know what? I truly dislike exercising. I can't run because of my rather large boobs, and power walking bores me for the most part. I like a leisurely stroll in the park with my dog and kid, but I don't really want to sweat or anything. And I have a treadmill, but it is basically a very expensive clothes hanger at this point.
I have been working out, though, at least 5 times a week. Whoever invented The Firm is certainly the devil, I will have you know. It makes me hurt and sweat and nearly cry because its so hard. And those bitches in the video are so freakin perfect they make me want to throw up my dinner. But I won't, don't worry, I love food too much.
So the point is that it does not matter that I have been doing either The Firm, Tae-Bo, or Kickboxing five times a week for over a month now, consistently, and that I can see changes in my body, and that I am feeling better, and that shorts that have not fit me in three years fit now. I still hate it with every ounce of my being.
But I do love that Hub and I had this conversation last night:
Hub: "Have you lost alot of weight?"
TJG: "Some, I dunno, I am not weighing myself."
Hub: "Well, you look like you lost alot. A lot. You look good."
This is why I would not leave him for Jon Bon Jovi or Billy Lane or anyone else. And coming tomorrow - the story of how we got engaged. Oh yes, it is super-romantic. Really.