April 24, 2010
5 weeks to a better butt… today on “Look what I found Friday!”
I wish, I wish, I were more like my abundantly self-disciplined husband, who runs when he says he’ll run, hits the trainer at 6:00 AM without complaint, and can pass on that warm and cozy glass of red wine on a random Wednesday night.
But I’m not.
I have the highest of intentions when it comes to physical fitness, and ultimate health and I’ve creativity convinced myself that the more I verbalize my hopes and dreams, the more they’ll sink into the growing, glowing rounds of cellulite on my upper thighs.
Turns out running my yapper is not the same as running on the treadmill. Dang-it.
Thus my need to scribble my name on the Spring Fitness Challenge sign-up sheet is a need, not a want.
I need a task master, a warden, a meany, to keep me on my game, and off the Coke-candy-vino diet I much prefer.
Next week I’ll post the de-tox details and just what you’ll have to do to shrink your boo-ya along with me in the next 5 weeks. So, you have time to think about it. But don’t think about it too hard.
So, who’s with me??!!
C’mon, it’s much more fun to be tortured together, we’ll have something to post on Facebook, and I won’t make you post “before” and “after” bikini pics, unless you want to. It WOULD bring me more blog traffic, so think about that too.
And let’s face it, the big ba-donk-a-donk only looks good on Kim Kardashian because her face is so ridiculously striking….we can’t compete. Sorry.
5 weeks to a less- blubbery butt. Make a comment on this post to show me you want it…I know you want it.
Plus, your kids will never again tell you your butt feels like a water bed. (And they’ve never actually felt a water bad.)
Comment girls!!, don’t make me suffer alone.
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Your on your own girl, but I was cracking up from your post! Hillarious
Aw, Jules, I’ll miss you, but your hockey playing arse needs no help from dusty and neglected tready.
I had to break free from the mighty magnetic pull coming from the wine juice boxes at Target yesterday. They cried tanniny tears for me as I slumped on by.
I’m IN, girl! Those last pounds are going to GO (and I think they’re all in my butt).
woo-hoo Kimberly! I have two more tweeps joining too!!!!
Deets next week!:)
Sooooo, I get it. I tell you what it’s like to have to wear a pair of Spanx and you freak out and pull this on me!!? How dare you! LOL. I’m intrigued by this challenge – what does it entail? I may have to make some modifications since I did officially lose my arse two babies ago – BUT would love to get rid of this “jelly belly” of mine. OH, and does this being “after” Mother’s Day weekend???
Followed you through twitter. Sorry abt the hateful comment, I like your blog!
I’m with you. This week is the week that I’m getting serious. And I swear I’m seriously for real this time, more so than last week. I just wrote a blog about self fulfilling prophecies. All that talking yourself up has had to have some positive effect!
I have to do this. The baby is 11 months now and there is just no excuse for the lingering baby belly. I put on a pre-prego dress the other day and it laughed in my face. I will not let that mean girl win this race!
Ok Meredith, I am on board now! Somehow I missed that we actually started. While I am pretty sure I got three workouts in last week, they were completely negated by wine consumption.
So yesterday I went out and did two laps around the neighborhood totaling a little over 3 miles. I was sweaty and I wore my shape-ups, so I woke up with my rear on fire last night. While I was walking and looking for motivation, I came up behind a high school girl walking her dog. She was wearing her I-ette jacket, so you know what kind of girl she was. (I-ettes, for those not from Jimmy Stewart’s hometown, are the high school dance team) So, little short shorts, perfect dancer body, fake tan-you know the girl. she became my motivation- I want my boo-ya to look like that again. I picked up my pace and as I got closer, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to use her as my pace care, or catch her and apply 6 lbs of pressure to her knee and end her dancing career. What I learned yesterday, is that perhaps I should eat a little something before I go out to exercise so I am looking to work out my boo-ya not go out and kick someone else’s.
Ok Meredith, I am on board now! Somehow I missed that we actually started. While I am pretty sure I got three workouts in last week, they were completely negated by wine consumption.
So yesterday I went out and did two laps around the neighborhood totaling a little over 3 miles. I was sweaty and I wore my shape-ups, so I woke up with my rear on fire last night. While I was walking and looking for motivation, I came up behind a high school girl walking her dog. She was wearing her I-ette jacket, so you know what kind of girl she was. (I-ettes, for those not from Jimmy Stewart’s hometown, are the high school dance team) So, little short shorts, perfect dancer body, fake tan-you all know the girl. she became my motivation- I want my boo-ya to look like that again. I picked up my pace and as I got closer, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to use her as my pace car, or catch her and apply 6 lbs of pressure to her knee and end her dancing career. Instead I passed her and let her get a good look at what the future holds for her! What I learned yesterday, is that perhaps I should eat a little something before I go out to exercise so I am looking to work out my boo-ya not end up wanting to kick someone else’s.