Sunday, April 27, 2008

Tomorrow...tomorrow I love ya tomorrow...

Curiosity may have killed kitty...but procrastination is far more deadly. I got fat because of tomorrow - as in "I'll eat like crap today because the diet starts tomorrow"...the problem with tomorrow is that tomorrow never actually happens...it is, perpetually, a day away.





I did very very bad this weekend - I won't get into the gross details but alcohol and hamburgers were involved.





I went out with a friend and her friends Saturday night. We were sitting around a booth at a cigar bar and they were talking about their cases (they are all lawyers) and their new 800 handbags and 500 jimmie choos and suddenly it hit me. I am hanging out with the cool kids from high school. Oh shit.





These were the kids who drove brand new bottom of the line sports cars in 11th grade, lost their virginity by 16, and drank in the parking lot before school. And sitting their in my cutest target brand dress I felt like such an impostor. Like the fact that I actually liked the books we read in 9th grade English and dated the moody artsy boys is tattooed on my forehead. And here I thought we had evolved so much...





I just got my Turbo Jam dvds in the mail yesterday and did the "learn and burn" workout. I am so very tragically white. No rhythm to be found and my bump has all but lost its grind. The dvd promises to make you a sexy little thing in no time at all. As long as I don't sprain anything I will be happy.









I have set a new goal, starting, you guessed it, tomorrow. I would like to lose 30 lbs in 6 weeks. Which is totally do-able IF i stick to my diet 100%. So here is to 175 by June 7th!

I must, i must, i must decrease my bust!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ok, seriously...Turbo Jam? I'm laughing as I type it. Why don't you just rent High School Musical and dance to that? So, whatever it takes, you keep on truckin'! I'd frickin' do Dancin' to the Oldies with Richard Simmons if I thought I'd stick to it. And yes, I have a whole set of TaeBo with Billy Blanks with only the first tape (that's how old) opened. Kick ASS, Megan! You can do it! And hey, I love Target!