I use to dance in heels but now i'm walking on flats.
No it's not a country western song but the new reality.
Today a female acquaintence squeezed my back and exclaimed "shit! you have more back-fat than me" .
She wasn't exactly thin.
So this afternoon started my cardio-exercise routine, an hour on the cross-trainer every other day, the other being gentle-weights to tone only.
I don't know what happened to that 28inch waistline, absurd but oh so enviable.
Anyway, i don't exactly want to be 28inches but happy with my 30-32 inch waistline but just more toned/healthier.
Can i be "healthy" and seething??? i don't want to become.. 'perky'.
i'd rather be obese.
After the cardio-work out i felt like death. I nearly fainted, i think i did if it wasn't for the Gin-vian.
Mind you i had 3 coffees for lunch.
I figured if you increase your heart rate it would burn more fat? no?
Drop an 'e' and go for 6 hrs on the cross trainer? hahahaha... funny.
Anyway i felt pretty dejected after the 'fat-grabbing' incident then a possible quickie had to go to the dentist, broke a tooth whilst eating a peanut (WTF???)
"babe, you're not much use after having your mouth butchered by the dentist".
note to self - please be less direct.
Ergh... i hate fat!
And abit of extra, here's a vid of Peter, Jan and mel at Pablos vice.
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Thursday, April 06, 2006
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3 comments:
and who's that very english sounding accent, is that you?
er.. hmm i never knew i sounded english!
so much so.
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