Saturday, June 28, 2008

Sweat Dreams (Are Made of This)


J’ever have one of those dreams where you scream but nothing comes out?

Well, I have dreams where I eat right and exercise and nothing comes off. Unfortunately, that one’s a dream come true.

Looking back on the week, especially exercise-wise, it feels like I swam (rather than walked) across the Atlantic. But then some well-meaning person came along and told me that all I’ve managed to do was to tread water for a week.

Alright, I know the metaphorical alternative---drowning--would be worse, but I can’t help but feel a little disheartened.

I mean, I guess I could help it.

I can help it. That’s sort of a cop-out on my part, isn’t it?

Hold on. Let me take a deep breath here…-- squish down a belly roll... and reeeeaaaccchhhh----!

Ahhhhaahhhhh! There’s my bootstrap… that’s better.

I’m up.
I love blogging. Who would have ever thought it could be such a cathartic experience?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I love blogging too. I'm sure people would be really sick of me venting about my exercise and weight all the time, so it's so much easier blogging about it.

I get you on the exercise. Doesn't seem to be helping me either. I feel like I exercise quite often and yet the clothes are still the same, the scale won't budge and I'm not happy. Ugh.

You're funny! "Squish down a bell roll." lol