(Post Fight Gone Bad, Team Phoenix hotness!)
Four years ago Kito and I were sprawled out on our couch, probably eating huge sandwiches loaded with mayo and cheese, watching TV during the New Year's blitz of weight loss ads from gyms and Special K cereal. One of the commercials was a super fit woman chastising a not so fit man for being lazy. She was wearing a cute midriff exposing outfit with well defined, most likely airbrushed, abs. I said aloud "I don't think I could ever look like that." Kito said that I could look like that, if I went to the gym everyday. The conversation digressed into how I believed my genetics just did not support athleticism and maybe I should just learn to deal with what I had been given. He rolled his eyes a lot.
Blah, blah, blah. While I doubt my torso will ever spontaneously elongate to give me the body shape of that actress, I can finally call myself a fit person, and can happily report I am not at the gym everyday, sequestered to a treadmill or hip abductor machine.
Please forgive me if I come across as boastful about some things, like, my arm in that picture. Most of it comes from a place of disbelief that I, Miss IfYouSeeMeRunningCallThePoliceCuzSomeoneIsTryingToKillMe, had the drive and motivation to care so much about being a healthy person. My 23 year old self would be awestruck that 1) I don't smoke anymore and 2) I don't eat cheese. I'm not sure she could even conceptualize that in five years she would be doing pull ups, or be 5lbs away from the 200# dead lift club. The transition from smoking a pack and a half a day to having an arm that looks like that, in the above picture, has been so fast, I've had trouble keeping up with my reality. That smoking, cheese eating, careless person feels like a lifetime ago, and yet three and half years isn't long at all. 42 months ago. The topic of self transformation is a popular one for me, and I've found myself surrounded by people attempting to reconcile their unhealthy past with their shiny new present. It's pretty spectacular and I'm really lucky.
However, all this self improvement shit aside, I totally reserve the right to smoke a cigarette and drink whiskey on my 80th birthday.
8 comments:
#1. Congratulations on that gorgeous arm.
#2. I will bring the extra-large pepperoni and extra-cheese pizza to that 80th birthday party. Please be sure to have some Jim Beam.
if you are bringing pizza we must also have ranch dressing. that's right. pizza and ranch dressing. and jim beam. wow. only 52 more years to go....
Think of the new junk food discoveries and innovations that will occur in the next 52 years!
oh dear.
your arm looks awesome! you've worked very hard for that arm. you should boast a lot :)
p.s.....
a lady I hadn't seen in a while saw me the other day and said "you look stronger. is it from lifting those kiddos?!" I almost choked her and wanted to say "no. actually it's from getting up at 5am for the past 9 months and working my ass off. thanks though."
Thanks Kat!!!! You should have said to the woman, "yeah, my kids eat a lot of bacon. Lilly's quite the porker now." Hahaha, oh I'm bad. You ARE extremely strong and you have been working your ass off. Can you imagine what we'll be doing in a year?! Ohmygoodness....
I was thinking about fast food progression, and I'm sure that eventually everything will be combined and molded onto a stick. The invention of the pancakes and sausage on a stick was the first step into the future of fast food... God Bless Jimmy Dean.
NEVER apologize for boasting about yourself. You're awesome and you deserve to know it!
just 'found' this - love it! fun to read.
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