Now this is a fact: during the semester I gain weight. It's not like I'm putting on the pounds, but I tend to get 5 or 6 pounds heavier than during the summer and winter breaks, in which it just goes away.
I don't consider this a very big deal, and is all very easily explained. Simply, during the semester, no matter how I try, I have a very hard time getting time to do the things I love. My runs become shorter, sparse, and then non-existent. Saturday morning hikes become sleeping-in catch-up marathons. My wake-up therapy (crunches) turns into alarm abuse. At first I don't know why I'm not quite satisfied with myself in my blouses anymore, but I soon realize my pooch is less than sexy and my hips a little softer.
I love my body. Body body body. Yet as the semester progresses, I get a little more sad at myself. Not just 'cause my body turns soft, but also because I become soft physically -- sixty crunches hurt, sore after runs, wiped out from a short swim. I yearn and can't wait for the return of my three hour runs, 800 consecutive daily crunches, and racing up mountains.
6 comments:
oh how i wish.
i'm getting lazy. specially with baby.
and it's showing and i'm feeling low.
wish we lived closer so i could say hey.. lets work out.
did you really use the word 'blouse'? ha ha... girl you look fantastic - and no worries, summer is what, 9 weeks away?
I was just wondering how your Pooch was doing...thanks for keeping me updated! lol
Love ya Shir.
800?! ha, that's nothing. maybe someday you'll do as many as me!
I may not race up mountains when I'm in shape, but I face the return of the pooch too. And I always get a touch discouraged. Lame sauce.
what happened to the post directed at your employers?
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