Me and my ass need to have a talk

Thanks to my dearest friend Maternal Mirth, and her skinny ass quest to get "toned" and now that Valerie Berta-whatever is 43 and fabulous, my dear Maternal Mirth is on a work out plan.


Now if you have ever seen my dearest friend. You too would wonder why she would even consider looking at a tredmill, she is about 5'7" and 107 lbs!! She is beautiful, and possibly living in the land of LaLa a bit to long, because us Midwestern momma's are a far cry from just needing some toning. (not all, but the circle I run in, we are a bit...um... healthier, you could say?)


SO I mock her, I tell her she is insane, and that while she is doing buns of steel, I was washing down my KFC potato bowl with an entire frozen pizza (not the little ones either, THE big expensive ones, the thick ones with... never mind... think healthy, think healthy...) I didn't get it. Why she needed to fix what was already perfect (I know, I know, we are our own worst critics, but she is NOT in any need anytime soon of a work out plan)


BUT I get it.


I had to think waaaay back. Back B.C. (before children) and waaaaay back before the Banker job that had me sit on my ass for 2 years... back when I had abs, and I didn't worry if my shirt rose up when I stretched (god forbid now, gag) back when I could wear shorts, capri's are the closest things to shorts this mamma's seein' this summer.


And then it clicked.


She just wants to tighten up what is already good and skinny. It's not the skinny part, it's the toning. Ahhhh. I think in everyones defense who gave her a hard time, we are all 25+ pounds from even thinking about "just toning" so maybe it's just so far ahead that it's just kinda funny.


And then I thought more about it.


Really if Quigs is going to the gym as much as she is, and she even is sad when she misses a day, and Maternal Mirth is rockin' her work out. Well... I could try right?


So at the big Wally World shopping day, lots of eggs, tuna, yogurt, and chicken was in the cart. Last night I did polish off the last frozen pizza. No more Alfredo sauce, and no more macaroni in the house.


I must confess I have enjoyed the extra cold days, for hoodies hide alot. In this year 2009, I started at 137, about a month and a 1/2 ago I was down to 126!! Kick ass! Because I was trying.


I am not proud, but I will be honest, I am back to 133.5. Yikes 7.5 lbs. Not cool. I want to be back to the old me, or at least the old me that could shed off the big hoodies, and the capri's. Maybe find some boat shorts, and a t-shirt, that I don't have to squeeze into.


And yet again I start. Coffee, and Yoplait Light, Boston Cream Pie for breakfast... it's a start...