Day 120 ----- for realze people-----

Okay let’s take care of business first.


Let me start by giving some cyber-support to two of my favorite bloggers.

1. Dear MrsFatass, I hope you can find your new-normal again and it gives you the feelings you felt (and you let everyone else feel through your pictures) when you were here. You are one of my heroes…I was in desperate need of a sunrise - (since my lazy butt has not been getting up), and remembering your post, I viewed the sunrise over the ocean (which I have never seen in person) - so THANK YOU for lending me yours!

2. Drazil – OMG where do I begin with you! I hope you feel the sexy power you felt when you were drunk on love in fishnet stockings, because lady, you ARE doing something with your life! You are bringing much needed laughter and smiles across America and that is more than I can say for 99% of the famous people out there! Hell, you got little ol’me all the way from Texas telling the world how great you are! That is something my dear!!!!!

3. Okay world! I did not get any emails from anyone yesterday fulfilling my request! I have to believe that this world is full of inspirational stories! Stories that reflect the Law of Attraction (Like attracts Like)! So, if my readers are telling me that they don’t have any inspirational stories (and I am truly sorry for that – but according to the Law of Attraction, it’s your own fault…) I know you have the ability to link or forward my link to others! (Thank you in advance for your participation…xoxo)

…Now for this morning’s activity.

I got up at 6:30 and ran for 2 miles. I put on a sports bra and my tennis shoes and ran in my t-shirt and panties. Whatever – no one was around. Plus the thought of having to go into my closet and find some “workout” bottoms really made me sleepy. Apparently, I was so frazzled by the whole rushed event that I threw myself on the bed and either passed out from the running or went back to sleep, because it was 7:50 when I woke again! Yes, the kids were late to school, I was late to work and I don’t think I took a deep breath until I sat down in my chair at my desk. I didn’t take long for me to realize that my breakfast of champions might have me sleeping on my desk at 3pm today!

I decided that since I didn’t get my whole workout in this morning that I would go home at lunch and finish.

 Man – that was exhausting! See, this is what happens when I have too much time to think:

I go home and decide that I will workout in just a sports bra and some really tight, short and made of Lycra shorts. You know, like what the really hotasses wear at the local gym and you are convinced they have an eating disorder, because a body that hot just isn’t natural…you knowww….

Anywhoo, I put this “get-up” on and spent 20 minutes looking at my body in every different direction and angle instead of getting on the treadmill. No matter how I lifted my boobs (imagining the boob job) or butt or how much I sucked in (lyposuction goes here...), I realized that “this NEEDS to change" - and without the instant fix from surgery! Dammmmn!

I finally got on the treadmill and by then I only had time to get in 1 mile and even that took forever because I kept trying to lean over and look at myself in the mirror to see all the “hotness” that is 100% me!

I looked completely ridiculous running and trying to lean sideways – there was so much bouncing and un-coordination that I looked like I was “Sweating to the Oldies” -------------for realze people -----------yes the whole Richard Simmons backup dancers! That was me!

Now, I’m back at work, looking OUT at this absolutely beautiful day and wishing I could silently slip out the backdoor undetected.

Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

You wishing for anything?