franny
bananafish

reflecting off the black...
Fri Jun 07 2002

inspired by a not so nice image of the little bags collecting clothing under my eyes. they are not so noticeable in real life. lighting has a funny way of showing all the dimples on your thighs, and your buttocks...it's like Glenda with her magic wand, come out come out where ever you are...

and i don't care too much really. i'm freakin' 36 and no amount of stuffing and folding, squeezing and holding in will change the simple fact that my ass has gotten chubby and that the only cure is getting off my ass and hitting the gym.

slimfast, atkins, fat burners, metabolite whatever...even liposuction.. (all ways of cutting corners, trying to get the prize without doing the work) a little thing like insufficient copper intake can stunt growth. and liposuction...well well...take a look at the most recent issue of archives of internal medicine to see the lovely infection on that not so lovely tummy...

-i've been good this week, motivated, disciplined. i've gone to the gym and done my time on the spinning bike, on the cybex machines, with the free weights. thighs. hot thighs require plies in first and second position with 10 lb weights. quads. hot quads require a long slow and hard hill climb on the bike the length of one metalhead song. hammies. hot hammies require 3 sets of reps of 12 at 90lbs on the hammie machine, fast go, slow return...

reverse sit-ups, push-ups, lots of stretching, lots of water...that's where the real deal is. that's where Ms. Fountain of Youth is hiding.

and may those bags pack up and leave.

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