not actually my stomach

I feel like this entry will be of interest to some people.

Basically:

1) Exercise everyday. Every. Single. Day. (Ok, so I actually exercise 5-6 times a week. 4, if it’s a really bad week.)

2) Be blessed with good genes.

3) See number 1 again.

If you’re curious, I usually run about 30-40 min on the treadmill at 6.5ish these days. The best motivation for me to keep going is a new episode of Millionaire Matchmaker, my favorite reality show. I also do some light strength training – squats, lunges, situps, bicep curls. Plus I’m young, my parents are both still in shape, and I drink maybe 2-3 times a month, if that, and even then, relatively little.

I eat dessert, I snack at night, I eat simple carbs. I eat stuff like fried oysters and calves brains and homemade bacon. But then I hit the gym. The catch, if there is one, is that I actually really like working out – I get depressed/tired/icky if I skip one too many workouts.

Sometimes, I wonder what I would look like if I kept up my fitness sched along with eating like normal paranoid girls, but then life would be so much emptier… so I’m happy, though I have similar hangups like everyone else.

I’m also not a very good gym guilt trip. I will not keep my promise to text you everytime I pull on my running shoes – or should I set up a Twitter account to send notices to peoples’ phones? That would be silly.

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