Yes, it's true. I hate to sweat. But being that I'm quite the cow these days, I figured it was high time to get off my cow-sized butt and try to do something about it. I really don't eat that much, as much as the appearance of my cow-sized butt would make you think otherwise, so my diet isn't the real problem.Though I do have a sweet tooth, I am pretty good about not letting it control me.
Really, it's pretty much about the exercise, or lack thereof. Fact is, I despise exercise. And I can't even begin to tell you how much I loathe to sweat. And exercise = sweating. Sweating is gross. And exercising is not even remotely fun. So how else can I feel about either one?
But hey, you know what they say..."suck it up, sunshine and just do it."
OK, maybe they don't say that exactly, but you get the idea. I need to watch what I eat, and gasp exercise. Even if I hate it. Even if it makes me sweat. Even if I hate the skinny biatches who can eat whatever they want and never workout and still be a size 9, while I have to workout for a month just to lose one freaking pound. I have to do it.
So that's what I'm doing. I'm in week two, which is nothing really to brag about, I guess. But hey, it's something. And it's one small step closer to decreasing my cow-sized butt. I don't expect miracles though. I'll never be a size 9.
And that's OK. I'll be happy to lose some extra pounds, get healthy-ish, and have a little bit of an easier time getting my cow-sized butt up off the floor after playing with my granddaughter. Gotta keep the expectations realistic, don'tcha know.
Hopefully, in a year from now, I'll be able to look back at this post and smile at how far I've come.
Stay tuned. I'm just gonna take it One Calorie At a Time.