"Oh, four, five, six/C'mon and get your kicks/Now you don't need that money/With a face like that do ya honey/Big black boots/Long brown hair/She's so sweet/With her get back stare" Jet--"Are You Gonna Be My Girl?"
Wow, I gotta say, I'm pretty damn tired this morning, but I still managed to stumble though a workout before plowing my ass back in the chair to keep working on my author's website. But knocking on the door of the 150's has made me giddy. I remember back in the day, only a few short years ago, how things used to be for me: I was thin, could wear whatever I wanted and man, I'd get attention. Especially when I dyed my hair blond. A believable blond, mind you, but still...blond. I couldn't even pump gas without some guy trying to come on to me. At the time, I'd be annoyed (I mean, polite to the oncomers, but still, annoyed). There, I said it. Because now, damn it, it'd be nice to have an experience that is an even a reasonable facsimile thereof of those times. But what do you want? Dude, I'm wearing and additional 20+ pounds.
But that's okay. It's no longer an additional 30 pounds. Gotta keep things in perspective.
Did I want to work out today? On less than six hours of sleep? Are you serious? No frigging way. I'm sure I'll be a colossal train wreck later on today when I'm hit by the brick wall of exhaustion. So be it. What do I want more? To be thinner and healthier, or have the extra hour or so's sleep?
So, I have to ask you: Have you decided to be my weight loss girl (or guy)? Are you ready to make the commitment that THIS, 2011, is the year that you take things to the max and lose weight, get healthier, and be happier as a result? You have to join me in our quest...and we shall hold each other accountable. Yes, there are some folks who are sending me private messages about their weight loss struggle, and that's okay. But how about we get some Comments in from the bolder folks who don't mind being brutally honest about themselves?
After all, I don't know about you, but I want to go back to being long brown hair, big black boots, get back stare and all. How about you, my friends?
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