I'm back to sweatin' to the newbies again. Love Andromeda Skin. Great bass groove. Let's you get into that necessary trance hypnotic semi-conscious state needed to get beyond the pain and exhaustion. I use it for my warmup.
I still have My Humps on my MP3. I just can't bring myself to take it off. I'm cursed with good taste (or bad taste, however you may view it). I have the uncanny ability to take to songs that will inevitably become nauseatingly popular. Wish I could make money off this ability.
Anyway, I'm huffing away thinking about the BEP lead singer Fergie and what a tight body she has. (No, I am not a closet lesbian. Not that I'm aware of anyway.) Not one ounce of fat. Of course, when I think about these things, I go into the "wish I had that body" mode, but then I remind myself that if part of my living was seeing myself splashed all over MTV jiggling my "lady lumps," that would be great motivation to be in the gym 8 hours a day and feasting on salads with nonfat dressing.
This brings me to my current motivation to get back to exercising after a 3-week sabbatical: The Hawaiian pictures. There is nothing like seeing yourself in the most unrevealing bathing suit and still having love handles lapping over the side. Ugh. My sister-in-law, who is 15-plus years my senior, looked better than I did. I also have to say thank God for the cloning feature on photo editing programs. Baby, I shaved off 10 pounds in a matter of minutes. I know. It's terribly pathetic when you're airbrushing your vacation pics, but hey, I admit it. I'm vain. Now, if I could just get my hands on the originals that everyone else was taking...
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