Tub-A-Lub

I realized today that I'm supposed to be in the prime of things right now, with a hot bod, wearing skanky outfits and high heels because I'm 23 (2 weeks short of 24!) and that's what people my age should do, if they want. And I want.

But instead, I'm out of shape, soft in several places, and odd-shaped. The only thing going for me is that I do have a bit of natural athleticism, but what's that worth if you don't use it.

I ran yesterday, a mile, but that mile was split up with walking laps. It wasn't too bad, I made it, but all I can think is that I would be about to run a half-marathon in Miami if I hadn't dropped that goal thanks to coaching/work/school. A half-marathon, 2 days after my 24th birthday. Instead, I'll be a has-been high school cheerleader coaching current high school cheerleaders at Conference. (Not gonna lie, I do love coaching.)

I walk next to this intensely gorgeous, super in-shape, amazing boyfriend, and he walks next to to a jiggly ass teetering around on high heels, in ill-fitting skanky outfits.

Things need to change. They will.

The dress I bought for NYE09 WILL be worn this August, when Jake and I go to Portland for vacation.

I'm a bit sore from yesterday's workout #1, but after this episode of Sex and the City, I'm gonna do it again.

~Hilary