Today, I did my first workout with the Zumba for Wii I got for Christmas. There were a couple of moments where I thought I was in my own personal hell and it would go on for eternity but I didn't quite feel Death's icy breathe so...I'm calling this a win!
Looking out over the city really helps me stay motivated, I just feel bad for my downstairs neighbors. They must think a 5.3 on the Richter scale just hit and the aftershocks are coming as Latin dance rhythms.
Monday, December 26, 2011
That's no moon....
I am fat. Super fat. I recently moved to Portland, Maine from Myrtle Beach, SC. I lived down there for 6 years. I made some great friends but I was miserable. But it took me moving a 1000 miles to realize how bad I was.
I ate my feelings. I had aloooooooooot of feelings.
Now, I live in an awesome city, in the coolest apartment, I have the best job and I look like a small moon.
What I want to do is look absolutely fabulous riding down Congress Street on an old fashioned bicycle with a wicker basket, wearing a flowing 50's style dress, bidding people "Good Day!" when I pass, on a warm beautiful Sunday in June!
That's my goal.
I'm going to keep this journal, blog, thing, to keep me honest.
Let the journey begin...
I ate my feelings. I had aloooooooooot of feelings.
Now, I live in an awesome city, in the coolest apartment, I have the best job and I look like a small moon.
What I want to do is look absolutely fabulous riding down Congress Street on an old fashioned bicycle with a wicker basket, wearing a flowing 50's style dress, bidding people "Good Day!" when I pass, on a warm beautiful Sunday in June!
That's my goal.
I'm going to keep this journal, blog, thing, to keep me honest.
Let the journey begin...
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