Thursday, January 13, 2011

OMG I can't breathe!

i know, dramatic much? I am back from the gym where i walked/jogged for 25 minutes and then did a circuit of weight machines, going back and forth between my upper and lower body so i never took a break and now I'm very.very weak. BUT i did it! that's 3 days this week I've worked out! GO ME! I can just feel that fat dripping off of me... okay not really. Is it bad that i wanted to destroy government property (the mirror hanging on the wall in front of my treadmill)? I'll be feeling so good about myself and then i get to watch as my thighs jiggle and rub together and my shorts creep up into a very uncomfortable looking crotch wedgie while the sweat pours down my face and my boobs which are now a single boob in my sports bras, bounce so hard I'm practically getting slapped in the face with each step... so yes, Uncle Sam, if you notice a broken wall of mirrors, it was me. Though knowing my luck, they would just leave the broken ones up and we all know what a broken mirror looks like, rather then one of you there will be a hundred of you. AND who really wants to see a hundred uni-boobs slapping me in my face while i dig out my crotch wedgie?

But hey, at least i worked out!

1 comment:

  1. I have always hated gym mirrors! I really dont want to know how awkward I look when I am working out!