Skinniest Bitch

Did I mention that I am recently smoke free, $&%(@*%#()U%!!!!!! There I feel better. Managing your weight and breaking the nicotine habit is a daunting task. I vow to staple my lips shut and run around outside until the staples freeze and my brain is numb. Yesterday my status was elevated to that of "Super Bitch." Hungry for no reason, sore beyond belief, moody like a punished teenager, and crowned queen of mean by my husband. Every girl has her title. How does one go about calming the inner fires and put a cork on the erupting volcano? Exercise! It is without a doubt the one thing that will induce those good loving chemicals and bring all of your hopes and fears into a clear rational perspective. As I see it I have lived in this twinky shell for long enough and if it means that my family and friends will have to tip toe around like they are walking on pringles so be it. Of course, I have not told them yet.

Lets get back to those good loving chemicals, studies show that exercise can lift bouts of minor depression and improve your overall outlook. If exercise is so good for us why do we avoid it like the plague? Perhaps because of fear. Fear of pain be it physical or emotional, fear of failure, or even fear of commitment.
I decided to step out of my comfort zone and try on a new lifestyle, am I afraid of course. It is hard enough to put on something as thin as spandex and parade around a gym full of fit people. If I bend over too much my fat rolls escape from their hiding palces. Yuck! Nobody wants to imagine three ass cheeks and two stomachs! I turn on my music and enter the zone. In the zone I don't care who is fit or fat or staring. In the end I win! More on the motivation of music next time. Until then put on your spandex and face your fears!