This is the blog post where you all realize how pathetic I really am (if you haven't already). I should also mention that there will be bosom talk later in this post so if you'd rather not read about them, close this browser now.
Usually I watch The Biggest Loser and I eat chips or ice cream. I'm a rebel, I tell ya. Something happened to me this morning and I decided I was going to do the Couch to 5K program. I hop on the treadmill and start off really well. I've got my tunes blaring in my ears. Eva is cheering me on. Then I get to the running part.
Egads. My bosoms are too huge for this. Even with my industrial strength, Oprah approved bra, they weren't made for this sort of movement. What the heck was I thinking? In my defense, I lasted 10 minutes. I was supposed to go for 20. Then I read the warning on the treadmill that you should get off if you're short of breath. Um, isn't that the point of a treadmill? But I digress.
I think I'll just have to stick with my (self-titled) Yoga for Fatties. Although, even then they get in the way.
My dream: somebody with a lot of patience (a la Bob Harper) wants to take me on as a client (for free) so I can blog about the experience, get skinny, or die trying. OR someone invents a breast reduction surgery that doesn't scare the crap out of me.