Speaking of my lazy butt, the chair my parents got me for Christmas, the office chair I thought was so comfortable? I noticed that it was getting a little hard on the butt. I thought it might be breaking down, then I realized that when I sit on my bed, my matress feels harder on the butt. The kitchen chairs feel harder on the butt. Everything feels harder on my butt. You know why? Cause I don't have as much padding on my butt. The dark side of losing weight, your ass becomes less of a fluffy cushion for your body and more of a lumpy thing.
I swear, I'm losing all the weight in the butt. I've still got a gut. I still have my boobs (Which, I swear my husband made a deal with the devil on that one, cause while the area just under the boobs shrinks, the boobs themselves stay proudly at a C cup. "Go ahead, walk your six miles a day, eat less. If you want, starve you bitch, and you'll just be a skeleton with two boobs! We're not shrinking, we have the contract your husband signed in BLOOD BWAH HA HAH!" However, my butt is just... disappearing. I never had much of a butt, I admit, but as I gained weight, I had this big pile of junk in the trunk, I could sorta prented was my butt. Now it's vanishing. I swear from behind, it looks like the small of my back just leads down into my thighs. No, I'm not bragging. I think it actually looks rather disgusting. If I worked for Marvel I'd make myself one of the Morlocks. "Yes, she's a mutant, but she's one of the undesireable ones. We call her Assless Woman!"
I'm starting to think I'll take the gut to the grave. "Here lies Darqstar... she had no class. Too much gut and not enough ass."
And below it, Todd will scrawl in magic marker, "But she still had her boobs when she died!"
I did Curves first thing this morning, right after breakfast. I wish I could motivate myself to get up that early every morning, cause I did a rocking good workout today. Heart beat was right up in the 70% range, I was giving it all I've got. It's a lot harder to motivate like that when I'm going after work. The problem is that usually Todd gets home anywhere between 8:00 and 9:30, and then we do breakfast. Curves doesn't open until 8:00, so it's not like I can go before he gets home. And by the time we're done with breakfast, it's time for me to go to work.
I'm actually thinking of skipping walking and going and buying new shoes for work, since I have the money. Work would like that, because they want our shoes to be virgin white. My feet would like that, cause they hate my present work shoes.
But I do want to be able to say I did six miles today...
*Shakes head* The assless wonder will waste no more of your time today. She will log off the computer and figure out if she's going walking or shoe shopping.