Cause truth be told, most folks battle with those annoying 'last 5 lbs' when life is good. But that 7th or 8th pound? Those are beyond annoying. Those are the straight game changers. Let me explain: With 5lbs, your jeans might rub btwn the thighs and leave embarrassing indenture marks on your waist. With an extra 8lbs, your ass is popping buttons and begging the doctor to deduct a pound from the scale for the paper gown and sweat socks! See? It's too much.
I know, I know, in the grand scheme of things, 8 lbs is nothing when people everywhere are dealing with much more serious weight/ health issues. Look at poor Oprah for Chrissake... all that money and home girl is tipping the scale at 200lbs??? Uh, uh you got more people than this O. Speaking of which, where is Gail? Why isn't her trifling behind taking the cookies out of the cupboard? But I digress.
I assure you, this is bigger than simple vanity. This is really about being a bunch of lazy cheap asses. Hoenstly, with the economy going down the shitter, who da hell has the extra $175 to replace a pair of jeans just cause you couldn't say no to that chocolate souffle at Campo? Mmm-hmmm, I didn't think so.
With that said, Toya and I came up with the bright idea to train for a 5K run. We figure if there's something to accomplish, we'll stay on our workout/ better eating habit regiment forreal, forreal this time. Sounds believable, right?
Well here's the thing, she and I are both instant gratification whores that can't wait longer than two seconds or we're off the little red wagon. So we've decided to stage our very own race and even picked a date (drumroll, please)- THIS Saturday, December 16th.
Yes, you read that correctly. 10 days from the initial conversation and a mere 2 days from now, Toya, myself and I about six other mutual girlfriends who generally only run to sample sales and from the rain after getting the hair did (you didn't really think we were going to put ourselves through this craziness alone did you??) will be running/ walking/ dragging our behinds around NYC's Central Park Resevoir in the freezing cold in the 1st ever Race To Save Our Thighs 5K Run to raise awareness to the fact that cuteness kills.
You love it, right?