andreya

I have resigned myself to the fact that my body is never going to look like Sarah Jessica Parker's in Sex and the City. It's just not going to happen. I've wanted to get fit since I was like 12, and up until the end of high school I was successful to some degree. I guess it helps when you do stuff like dance, march in the band, swim, play tennis, AND soccer! Hmm...but then college came along, and I thought to myself, "Gee, I really need to get this fitness thing going. I need to get my fat butt to the gym!" And I did, every semester. But every semester things would pick up and I would decide I was too busy for the gym, and four years later here I am. Wow...I weighed 102 lb.'s back then! Little did I think four years later I would weigh 16 pounds more and not be horrified by it. I used to think I was fat at 102!! So I tried about a month ago to resolve to go to the gym, and I did for a couple of weeks, and then something happened about a week ago and I just didn't care anymore. I don't know what my problem is. I have so many reasons to get my ass in there! It's good for my health (physically and mentally), it's enjoyable, it'll keep me looking cute, and perhaps help me look even cuter...shouldn't that be enough to convince me to go? Well, it hasn't been for the past week, and I'm just thinking maybe it's time to get real and give up that stupid dream of having a perfect body. So there it is. I don't care. I have cellulite on my legs and I don't care. My tummy's flabby and I don't care. My arms have no definition and I don't care. I don't look like a skinny ass delicate super model, and guess what? I don't care.