Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels?
I got on the scale today, and had a wake up call : I need to get back in the gym.
The problem is, you can't out train a bad diet, and I love food. I LOVE it. I come from a “food” family, have an iron gut and never met a buffet I didn't like. My hobbies don't include flower arranging and cross stitching or painting. I watch cooking shows, read food magazines and collect cookbooks.
Fun fact: If you check my personal Twitter stream, @HaleyHaleyHippo, I follow a number of famous chefs, NFL football players, authors and I tweet a picture of almost everything I eat. (Is it any wonder too, that I collect hippos and chickens?)
I keep thinking about Kate Moss' infamous line "Nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels", and I can't wrap my head around that. Clearly, she's never tasted what I've tasted, or SPANX would definitely be coming between her and her Calvins.
To compare and contrast, Kate is approximately 5'7 and a size 2 with heroin, and I'm 5'2 and a size 14 without.
Today I took the first step. I scored guest passes to the two local gyms, and decided to try them out before I make any kind of contractual decision. I have my first consultation with a trainer and work out scheduled for tomorrow at 8:30 a.m. at Exygon. I've already got some fabulous friends ready to meet me there and keep me motivated. (Not to mention some pumped up new kicks!)
In honor of my last night as a free eater, I'm giving myself a " last supper". A Super Sonic chili cheese coney all the way, fries and a strawberry shake.
Will I regret this decision later? Probably. Will I lapse into an MSG-induced food coma before I can finish this sentence? Most definitely.
Be fat. Be happy. Be healthy. Feel the burn.