I would like to be complimented in an
insulting, lewd way. Degrade me! Whistle at me from ladders just so I can
pretend I am offended you think my ass looks great in white jeans. I want hot-girl problems. I am,
however, willing to settle for well-toned-girl problems. And I intend to sweat, write
and quite possibly moan my way to my ultimate goal.
“A blog would embarrass and motivate me
into sticking to my goals.” This is my journal entry from mid-June and is the
first time I put the idea of this blog into writing. This is not your average
thinspiration blog advocating lemon water diets or puke-perfecting techniques. (Trust
me, if I had that kind of problem I would just be a skinny bitch without a
blog) . I am a grounded (well rounded) girl trying to tackle size 12 issues in
a size 6 world. I believe this is something a lot of girls deal with at some
point in, if not throughout, their lives.
I want to have this blog so that on the
occasion that I do go to gym, (or even more rarely, deprive myself of
chocolate) I will feel more motivated because I can come back here and bitch
about what a crap experience it was. Perhaps there will
be an emotional whine or two (yes, I would like some cheese with that) but I
hope to make this a positive, interactive project which will motivate me to do
something I don’t like and am not very good at (exercise) by moaning about it
via my most comfortable medium: writing.
Apparently, people who write down what they
eat are less likely to overeat. If said food diary is published on a public
forum, I’m guessing chances drop to next to nothing. Score.
Peace out and six-pack up
