Day 2 of my fitness challenge is officially over, and I HURT SO BAAAAAADDDDDD.
Not to be a whiny bitch, but I really hate exercising. And by that I mean I really, totally, with all of my heart, hate exercising.
Still, despite this hatred, I have found myself sweating buckets for the past two days, and I will continue to drip and stink for many more to come, because if there is one thing that I hate more than exercising, it’s my own flab (for the record, I actually hate many things much more than exercise, fat chicks in tiny shorts for instance, but these things are not relevant to my ranting at the moment, so we’ll just disregard them for the moment…yeah).
It’s not that I’m huge, because I’m really not. The problem is that I have a small frame, and the extra fat seems to hang off of me like my body is trying to reject it, like my fat is trying to separate from me and become a scale model of Jabba the Hut, and I find this disturbing to say the least.
And so I now find myself sitting on my bed typing these words, and I sincerely hope that I don’t have to get up anytime soon, because moving around is a BITCH when it feels like your legs have been replaced by splintering wood planks. I know that in time the soreness will pass and the weight will start to slip off, but I want my results now, without having to trade my fat for hours of sweating and the awkward feeling of being at a public gym amide all of the shapely gym rats, but whatever, I guess I’ll make do. Wish me luck that I’ll be able to stick to it this time? …or not, well thanks internet. :(
P.S. The phrase “No pain, no gain.” is totally bullshit. Gaining weight is pretty much painless, attempting to lose weight makes you want to curl up in a ball and cry, you know, if you’re not too sore to curl up first.