ehh, exercise..

So, exercise.  As my Mom says, I don't do exercise.  Now, my family isn't the 'physical fitness' type.  Meaning, we stuff our faces and watch football -- that is about as far as our physical fitness goes.  Our idea of sports in high school was marching band.

That brings us to...dun -- dun -- DUUUNNNN....the gym.   It's utterly terrifying.  The whole self-conscience thing, but people - just google fat people at the gym, see what comes up.

"While it is great that you have finally decided to get off the couch and attempt to lose some of that extra poundage hanging over your belt, you are going about it all wrong and probably hindering yourself through a false sense of accomplishment moreso than making any headway on the road towards achieving your goal. Given the last 12 years have been spent forcing your gallbladder to process XL bags of chocolate-covered Cheetos™, it is understandable you might need a bit of guidance to undo the harm decades of sedentary existence have done to your jiggly corpus."

First, let me tell you -- I don't have a gallbladder [thank you Atkins diet in the 8th grade] and moreso I do not think I've ever even heard of extra-large bags of chocolate covered Cheetos. Secondly, the word jiggly corpus really, really rubs me the wrong way. Try this one on for size...

"it is not necessary pretty when fatties are in the move but why to deppress them so badly that some of them stop exersizing because training environment is so hostile for fatties?"

First to this one is -- where are you from?  If being in shape means that I get to actually post something resembling this kind of writing, I don't know if I want to.  Second, while I can (semi) appreciate the fact that you are sort of, sticking up for overweight people at the gym, is it really necessary to call them fatties.  Je-s-us. 

Ok, I've told you all about my amazing job, but working on a college campus has a some amazing perks....like access to all university recreation facilities for $4 a month....h-o-l-l-a.

So, 2 days in a row, I did a mile on the elliptical.  I'm home this weekend for MLK day and I'm going to walk at the Resevior, which is 2 1/2 miles.  I'm doing it...not sure how great it is, but it is a start.


PS.  To the boy at the pub last night --

Thank you so very much for calling me fat.  I'm super impressed with your originality, cleverness and overall ability to argue with someone like an intelligent and rational adult.  I am not waging war with my body for people like you -- I'm doing for all the people who don't give a shit how I look.

I can not wwwaaaaiiiiitttt until someone beats the dog snot out of you.  You totally deserve it.