I really have to get serious with this whole working out business. I'm a vain person by nature. If there's a reflective surface ANYWHERE within my vicinity, I am compelled to look at myself. Gotta make sure everything's in place, that my hair frames my face nicely, that my makeup makes me look like I have none on (daytime) or that its not caked on and makes me look like a whore (nighttime). That being said, how in the world did I let myself come to this? I know I'm not considered overweight. But by God, I've become something almost as bad - a flabby skinny person. Oxymoron you might say? No it happens. I've seen it in other people as well.

Anywho, I started working out this week. Yesterday I did Striptease Aerobics. Not bad. Learned some moves. Cardio wasn't that intense but I did work out muscles I didn't even know were there. Then today, I ran 2 miles! Well, ran 1 mile and walked the other. I have the stamina of a sissy. Seriously. The farthest I can run without getting uber winded was half a mile. I really want to keep at it and be able to go at least a mile without stopping. Right now that seems near impossible. But if my 53 year old mom can run 2 miles without stopping I sure as hell can!!

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