leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excuse me, maam, there's a dent in your ass. So I've been working out for seven months now. At an official gym even. (As opposed to standing in my living room staring at some washed-up, super-model shaking her ass via the vcr, telling me I can be thin if I just breathe correctly. Even though anyone with half a brain knows she's probably a junkie and would have liposuctioned-out her large intestine and at least one kidney if she could have.) So anyway, I've been working out. Weights, spin class, eliptical gliders, the works! -- I've gained seven pounds...and some cotton/lycra ensembles that I should not where in public even if the gym is 24 hours, and I go late at night when it's kinda dark. This bites. I swear the closer I get to 30, the more my body goes: "Yeah right! Who are you kidding?" Two interesting developments however: I've gotten little v-shaped dents in my arms that are apparently triceps. And I now have a horizontal dent across the top of my ass. Yeah, I know...I'm not quite sure what to make of it either. It doesn't look bad exactly, in fact I'm growing quite fond of it, but I just didn't know it would do that. Sigh. I'm probably breathing wrong. 2:52 p.m. - November 11, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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