I am skin-nay
My brother is skin-nay
My sister is skin-nay
But Mama is a little bit fat
Be-cause-she...
had.a.lot.of.babies.and.ate.too.many.desserts.that.had.too.many.ca-lo-rieeeeeeees
(how does he even know what a calorie is?)
But she is a good Mama
The best cooker
The best cooker in the whole city, the whole worrrlllllddddd
Even better than the Mexican peeeeeeoplllllllle
(???????????????????)
But back to the song, I know I have talked alot about my egg obsession and pants issues on here already, but I am in one of those phases of life where I have decided to put in a little effort again. I do this every so often, especially if I have to pick out an outfit to go somewhere. I am just so terrible at dieting, so I think I am going to exercise it all off. It's always my plan. This time I have decided to follow the crowd yet again. I currently have 6 facebook friends at different stages of the Couch to 5k program and actually have some friends who are leaders/coaches (?) of the program. The whole thing sounds awful to me. Completely awful. Anything where running is involved is automatically out as a rule normally, but I have decided to give it a try.
My dear friend Molly is younger than me and loves me and is a little scared of me, so I have used my powers over her to force her into participating with me. Pretty much because there's not a snowball's chance at Satan's house that I will actually follow through with this alone. So a little while ago, in the safe cover of night, she and I went out and did Day 1 Week 1 of the program. If you do the math it is actually only 7 minutes of running. I could have died. There was a cardiac issue, a respiratory issue, and a self-worth issue all swirling in a sea of gasps and heaves. I run so akwardly anyway (always have. ask all my friends from high school) and the added issue of a pulsing vericose vein and the two sandbags up front I have to lug everyhere I go (too much? sorry) makes it ridiculous to watch. Sad really. But we did it. Yay us.
So let me just say this- If this is to be something that I stick with I will need encouragement, and probably oxygen. Any of you with experience let me know if it actually worked so great for you. I am not too proud to be a quitter otherwise. And let me also say this - if you happen to be one of the four people who possibly read this blog and who live on the street behind my house (you know who you are) - if you so much as peek out the window at me dragging my sad gigantic butt around out there in the dark, I will totally quit. That's why I'm doing it late. You people are supposed to be in bed, or watching tv, or doing anything else. So don't look at me - or my future health and well being will rest solely in your hands. Plus I will be wearing leggings and a t-shirt, and you don't want to experience that. There is no telling what will happen to propery values if word gets out.
Love you like anything but running,
Cassie