Jell-o Jiggler

In the attempt to have a body that doesn't clear the beach this summer, I have slowly but surely been adhering to and building up a work-out routine.  It's been 3 weeks and I am up to 4 times a week.  You might think, "So?", but take into consideration I have had a previous work out schedule of 2 times a year!   Slow and steady wins the race, right? Now, lest you give me more credit than I deserve, when I say "work-out" I am referring to the 30-45 minute "Biggest Loser" DVD that has become my own personal trainer. Never watched the show, but I could relate with the title, so I am giving it a try; alternating with another DVD  I had already. And man does it kick your butt!  I detest going to the gym; the harsh lighting, the gawking, grunting, squatting men and skinny bitches in spandex with their cute little iPods.  I know some would say, "Hey, it's motivation!" I on the other hand would prefer to jiggle in the sanctity of my own home.  The only glances I attract are from my lazy cats (it's not like they couldn't stand to lose a few) and my mirror only reflects my body from the chest up!  It's a win-win!  Hopefully all this will lead to a more healthy life-style and more importantly feeling comfortable in something other than a mu mu. 

I have always had a problem with my weight and finding a healthy balance between diet and exercise.  As a teenager I struggled with bulimia, I would run 7-8 miles, eat next to nothing, then throw-up when I did.  Gross, right?  But, I couldn't help it.  I finally put that behind me, but it is a constant fear that lingers.  I tend to go to extremes when it comes to my body and I hope I can maintain a balance now that I am older and (supposedly) wiser.  Wow, that was heavy!  (bad choice of words!) 

 I just realized as I am sitting here pouring out my darkest secrets that my next-door neighbor is scaling my fence looking for his dog that has apparently escaped, again! It's a beautiful husky that I think must be his girlfriend's, because it only comes over every once in a awhile, but he doesn't stay put for long.  As long as he doesn't doody on my lawn or eat our fish, I don't mind.  But it is funny watching this guy try to wrangle him in.   Anywhoo... wish me luck,  and lots of love to everyone else out there who is in the midst of the timeless "Battle of the Bulge!"