“I really don’t think I need buns of steel. I’d be happy with buns of cinnamon.”
Have you seen the movie “The Sweetest Thing”? It’s one of those hilariously vulgar films that you should never tell your mom you watched but still have hidden in secret underneath all you other movies for days you feel like crap and should have a reason to laugh your ass off. Yea, it’s one of those movies. There is a scene in that movie that I love, however, and quote to myself in front of the mirror. Cameron Diaz and Christina Applegate are in a changing room in their skivvies in front of a mirror, discussing how their bodies have changed over the few years. Cameron grabs her boobs and holds them up, “23”, drops them “28”. LIfts her arms above her head, “23”, drops her arms. “28”. Christina: “I know. What is THIS?” Holds arm up and with other hand bats at the underside that, unfortunately, goes wobble wobble wobble. “What is THAT about?”. Replace her character with me, minus the slutty behavior and the bad reputation, and you have the general idea. The problem with this situation is: I HATE exercise. I think about it every day, mind you. Oh, yes, you want to talk about resolutions. Every day I resolve that “tomorrow, I’m going to do it!”. Tomorrow comes. Nope, not so much. Begin nauseating resolution sequence again. Upon deep soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that I am not getting any younger. (No shit, sherlock.) I simply must start some sort of plan and get on it quick. Battle my inner exercise loathing demons. Master my procrastination. I also realized that, in order to have any sort of a chance of success, I would have to have some sort of accountability. Enter this here blog. I have noticed that, when I write my resolution down in a post, I have been a trouper about carrying it out. I have to admit, it’s a rather new feeling for me. But a nice one. So here is my resolution, folks. Starting out small. Baby steps. I hereby resolve to do Yoga at least 2 times a week. And take the dogs for walks at least 2. That doesn’t sound too hard or terrible, now does it? Yea, if you know me, you’re probably smirking right now. Whatever. I’ll show YOU. Although it may have to begin tomorrow. The yoga part anyways. I do believe I will have time to squeeze in a walk with the pups before the night gets going. May the force be with me.