1. My scale is on the fritz right now and I'm
too cheap to contemplate buying a new one.
Plus I am secretly hoping it fixes itself. So I am judging all my progress by how
clothes feel. Five and a half weeks ago
when I started back on this exercise adventure all of my pants were
ridiculous. They were so tight that not
only did my back fat (of which I have plenty) roll over them creating a full on
tide of blubber they also managed to create the most massive muffin top. In addition to that they left huge red marks
around my belly and I was worried about buttons flying off and smacking people
when I attempted to sit down without splitting them wide open.
This has been the first week my pants have
fit (well almost, just a little squeezing and some wiggle wiggle wiggle) and
that is very exciting. My waist is definitely
getting smaller. Insert round of
applause here. However, because of all the
running while my waist is shrinking, my quads are exploding. I've always had really big legs for a girl
and huge legs for a girl who runs as much as I do. My legs just get a bit confused, when I run
more, they don't get smaller, they bulk up.
I start looking like a weight lifting, tackling, professional middle
linebacker. So while the waist of pants finally
fit me, it becomes a chore to find pants that will go over my thighs without my
legs straight blowing them out Hulk style.
When it comes down to it, I'd rather have a smaller waist and big
runners legs than more fat than a Super Sized McDonalds meal sitting on my
waist. So I guess I'll be Hulking up.
2. On a run last night through a one mile
park loop, which has two lanes of traffic both going the same direction as it
is one way street, a car literally wanted to run T and I over. The car came speeding right at us and then
even though there was nobody in the other lane it refused to scoot over at
all. It just kept barreling straight
towards us. Eventually instead of
inching over, even though there was an
ENTIRE empty lane, it slowed down while coming right at us.
Then at the last minute instead of deciding
to hit us… it Stopped. Stopped dead in
its tracks about 5 feet in front of us.
Still in our lane without moving over even a few feet. Remember here people, in case you forgot,
there is huge open lane right next to us and no other cars on the road. So I have a choice to make. Usually I would just run all the way around
the idiot car into the other lane myself.
However, tonight this was pissing me off more than a child pulling
everything off the shelf in Target while its parents just watch (discipline
your kids people).
So I stepped it up, ran straight at the car,
which was now about 4 feet in front of me at a dead stop, and with one hand
motioned it to move over to the other lane with a little wave. First of all, we were running in the ghetto
so thank the lord I didn't get shot, nobody came out of the car to beat me
down, etc. Then, the car finally pulled
around us while flipping us the middle finger the entire time. Really car.
Really?!? Here I am running,
trying to do something healthy for myself, you can't even respect that enough
to scoot over a couple feet and you are going to be nasty to me. I'm taking bets people. I'll wager $20 that person has never been a
walker, jogger, runner, biker and doesn't exercise. Angry unhealthy person, I have news for you, continue
to be a hateful b*t&% while others exercise, but we will live longer and (obviously)
happier lives. That's the best revenge.
3. Dear Creepy Stinky Roommate,
In the 7 months you have lived here
you have yet to buy toilet paper, paper towels, napkins, etc. Yet you use more of them than I do. I am not your mom and I do not provide for
your weird, anti-social self on my teacher's salary. I have tried leaving rolls empty and waiting
for you to replace them, but apparently you'll wait forever and start using
every other paper product in its place.
That's it. Stop it! Stop using things I purchase if you are NEVER
going to help contribute. I understand
not using toilet paper might be a problem, but really you probably can't smell
worse than you already do. Also, I don't
even know how you go through that many paper towels since you are constantly
leaving messes that I have to clean up while you're locked in your room on the phone
for the 10th hour of the day. That's it,
you're cut off.
A woman on the
verge (of flipping out, hiding all the paper products, beating down your door,…),
Abby
P.S.- You
are not Hansel or Gretel stop leaving a Cheerios trail everywhere you go. My condo is only 800 square feet, while I
know you are not the sharpest tool in the shed, I promise that it is too small
for even you to get lost inside.
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