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Oh. My. God. Becky, look at her butt.
Or abs. Or thighs. Or chest.
Wanna feel soft? Wanna feel FAT? Go see a competitive bodybuilder/personal trainer/stripper. My lord, I really need to reevaluate the choices I'm making foodwise and exercise-wise. I MUST get rid of this flab sticking out of my gut and get flat abs. NOW.
I feel like CRAP. Bleh.
Yo ho ho.
Or me eat too many ho-ho's.
So, I have this reunion of sorts in 3 weeks. It's really a surprise 30th birthday party for a friend of mine, who, coincidentally, is gay. He and I were great friends in high school, and then after, when I was at OSU the first time. I'll skip some of the drama around that time in my life and skip to the part where I moved home just before he moved away again.
I had the hots for him. He was a slim tan German boy. Need I say more? And he turned me down.
Now, I'm not a bitter, vindictive sort of guy, but wouldn't it be nice to make him eat his heart out with regret? I know, I know-- it's his BIRTHDAY for goodness sake. Cut the guy a break and enjoy it, right? Right.
But I'm sure I wouldn't mind if he regretted ever turning me down back then. And looking as hot as I could wouldn't hurt, I'm sure.
That's why I'm thinking about stepping up my workouts till then. 3, maybe 4 times/week. Yowza. And abs and cardio at home. And, cutting the fat and extra empty calories.
There's no motivation like squeezing out some jealousy from an old friend. God, I make myself sick.