Accidental Ambivalence

Plan of Action

Lately, I have been getting chubby. Not fat, mind you, but chubbier than I've been since I was little and being chubby was still considered cute. I was one of the rare girls who actually lost weight her freshman year of college, but since about the midpoint of my sophomore year, I've been slowly gaining weight, and it's finally reached a point that has me doing something about it.

First, I stopped drinking Dr. Pepper. Well, mostly. I slipped last night because it just sounded so damn good, and really, a can or two isn't going to kill me. I just need to stop drinking it every day. In any case, that was step one.

Next, I cleaned up my kitchen and started using it for the actual cooking of food rather than the tossing of frozen stuffs in the microwave for the first time in about six months. Student teaching really didn't make me want to cook when I got home, so I started living on Smart Ones, frozen pizza, and fast food. This does not lead to the slimming of the waistline, kittens. Part of this cooking for myself stuff also includes buying myself food that doesn't suck. It would probably help if I didn't bake brownies and cupcakes, but in my defense I only kept about six of those cupcakes and there's still one left.

Wednesday afternoon, I sat on my couch nursing a horrible hangover (the kind of hangover that had me throwing up water at 2 o' clock the next afternoon*) and wishing that this brand-new heartburn experience would end quickly. I also noticed that my stomach was disgustingly squishy, even when it was completely empty. This is unacceptable. I've never been a part of the Perfectly Flat Tummy club, but I have been a card-carrying member of the Cute Little Tummy club, for which you must have the kind of tummy that is muscle covered by an acceptably thin layer of skin and...stuff. The fact that my card is gone and I hadn't yet done anything about it...well. Let's just say that I made a decision right then.

The next step in my Be Less Fat plan was to buy some sort of workout DVD. I hate running and lifting weights has never really been for me - even when I was doing it - so the trick was to find something fun that I'll actually do for a while. Enter Carmen Electra's Fit to Strip. I can hear you: "But Nic, do you want to be a stripper?" No, of course I don't. "Then do you want to look like Carmen Electra?" Fuck yes I want to look like Carmen Electra! Sans the fake boobs, she's one hot piece of ass. I'm not so naive as to believe that I actually will look like her, but a girl can dream, right?

I've done the workout twice, and as I sit here typing, the my arms, abs, and ass are all sore, and if I move just right, my thighs aren't super-thrilled with me either. I love it.

Oh, Gallagher asked Hershey if he was mad at me last night. He said no. I call bullshit.

*Of course, I'm know I won't stop drinking, even though alcohol is full of empty calories. I will, however, stop getting wasted. It has so many negative ramifications.

Labels: alcohol, everyday musings, girl stuff

posted by nicalyse @ 3:13 PM