Your favorite Comeback Girl’s weight (you don’t mind if I talk about myself in third person tonight, wait don’t I always do third person ?) had gotten out of hand. Comeback Girl could blame love (more on that later). She could blame love and pasta. She could blame love, pasta, chocolate cake, great sex, and no balance. Or she could take a little personal responsibility and point the finger fully at herself.
And as you know Comeback Girl has been running/jogging/walking almost everyday. She still doesn’t have the good sense to give up the damn espresso, but she rationalizes that half and half (breve) has little to no carbs-the way she likes her machiatto. Its just the damn caramel that blows it all to hell or maybe its the whip cream. So Comeback Girl runs/jogs her 14-15 min mile. And jog/walks her other 2 miles at 3.7 mph in utter state of denial. But she has come down 2 dress sizes.
Tonight Comeback Girl decides to wrap up her workout with some nice yoga at the gym. She sees on most Fridays how they turn the lights off and go off somewhere via deep breaths and folded legs, Somewhere Comeback Girl wants to go. Comeback Girl had already fantasized about her version of ghetto , freestyle yoga. She’d be posted up in the corner , she’d meditate and she’d breathe herself into one of those blissful after-workout comas. And she’d drift off like others said they did in yoga parking lot gossip.
But tonight’s yoga would not be because Yoga lady decided to take a thanksgiving break. Poo on her. And Pilates lady would be filling in and Comeback Girl would learn how to do alot of damn work, like “articulate each vertebrae” while rolling back.
I am a huge believer in the impossible but dammit my vertebrae have never been articulate and if they get the bright idea to start talking in complete sentences please send my ass to the hospital STAT.
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Friday, November 23, 2007 at 10:21 pm
How proud I am of my fave Comeback Girl for getting healthy (still doubt that the machiatto is anywhere near being healthy, but I digress).
Remember how we’ve always said we’ve been living parallel lives, even before we even knew each other? Even though we haven’t seen each other in forever or even talked voice to voice, we’re still doing that parallel thang. Of course, I’m not doing freestyle or even cheapstyle (ghetto) yoga, I have lost inches. I gave up pasta, too, but also am (trying to) saying “NO!” to sugar (trying to…..trying to).
And, starting this Monday, I’ll be training for my first mini-marathon. To tell you how stupid I am, I thought a mini-marathon was like 5 or even 7 miles, but, NO, I’m preparing for a dang REAL 1/2 (Wirefly National) Marathon later this spring. That’s 13 miles!!! I won’t actually be able to run (I’ll be out of town) but training is the next best thing.
Where do you think we should buy our bikinis?!!??!?!
Monday, November 26, 2007 at 4:55 pm
You are forever changing pics, like we can’t tell!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009 at 8:47 am
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