Showing posts with label free chicken. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free chicken. Show all posts

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Georgia wants me to be fat.

i've said it before and i'll say it again;  Georgia is the most backwards state that i've ever had the displeasure of living in.  it's like the entire state is hell-bent on reversing the evolution and growth of Man.

example.

Friday morning i went to the local YMCA to sign up.  i gained a tad bit too much weight when i was pregnant (went from 126 lbs to 202 lbs.... oops.  damn you taco bell!!)  and i was really excited to get back to the gym and get rid of the JELL-O (tm) that still lurks beneath my surfaces and makes me all jibbly and gross.

yes, jibbly.

but i digress.  i went, signed up, then figured i'd go home, feed my darling son, change into Sweatin' to the Oldies gear, then head back and get my burn on.

and it was a great plan up until i got back to the YMCA.  i was informed that i was an hour too late for the nursery;  they had closed at 1pm and didn't open back up until 4pm.  no problem.  i went home, played with my Slimeysaurus, fed/changed him, then at 4pm got everything ready to go back to the gym.  nothing would stop me now!!

i opened up my front door.

monsoon.

flooding.

apocalyptic downpour.

and a touch of wind.

this is where i got discouraged.  i closed the door, turned around, got the baby out of his bucket (car seat), and decided to try again in an hour if the rain let up.

it did.

so i did.

i FINALLY get to the gym, the nursery was open, dropped off the smiling angel child, and went and gave myself a good old fashioned whooping.

i sweat so much that if someone had collected it as it plummeted from my body, it would have been enough to drown a whale.

think about it.


the moral of the story is:  the Universe and Georgia teamed up to try and keep me from losing my lard, but i gave them a spanking and came out victorious.  though very very sore.  perhaps i should not have tried to lose all the weight at once after doing next to nothing in the "exercise" department for 14 months.


Krista's Bedtime Thoughts:

*a new segment in which i just purge my brain of the thoughts racing around so that i can go to sleep*

1. it's kind of creepy when a guy compliments my boobs, but it feels WONDERFUL when one of my girlfriends tells me that my rack looks awesome.

2. i'm kind of sad that i didn't have a wedding ceremony/reception. all girls deserve to feel like a beautiful princess on that special day and i just feel like an icky lumpy hag.

3. Sensual Amber soap by Bath & Body Works (TM) smells like an old lady, but i really like it anyway.

4. undercooked salmon + standing up for myself and sending it back = free chicken.

5. i think it's hilarious that it scares my son when i burp.

6. an Orange will now be referred to as a "more than Yellow, but less than Red".

7. i wonder if eating the stickers on fruit will cause cancer over time?

8. geez why have i been so farty today?

9. the Hostess at Chili's really need to keep her "stank eye" in check before she gets popped in da mouf.

10. i need to stop typing/laying on my boobs.   i don't want another "milk explosion" like i had two nights ago.