Brief note: August has been a busy month of family vacations, work catch-up, and late summer errand-running, so my posts have been few and far between. This scant blogging period is coming to an end, however, so do tune in again soon!
I have taken the plunge and joined a new gym after realizing that forcing myself through a wimpy elliptical session isn't quite giving my 30-year old body the fitness regime it's begging for. (And by begging, I mean expanding outwards and downwards)
It is at times like these that I wish I could go back and smack the 18 year old me for being too busy being neurotic about dumb things (ahem, under eye circles) to be grateful for the fact that my body was pretty kick ass despite a diet of Doritos, Hostess Cupcakes, Pizza, and Haagen-Dazs Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
Many people are fond of saying "Youth is wasted on the young." I beg to differ: I found youth to be quite an exhausting blend of insecurity, uncertainty, and total lack of control over my life. And I was someone with a pretty good life growing up.
So no, I would never go back to been a teenager in a million years, and will happily take my lumps at the gym in order to get rid of the lumps on my body. I like being an adult just fine. I have, however, taken to reciting my own version of the aforementioned saying: "Thin thighs are wasted on ungrateful little twits."
Thursday, August 23, 2007
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Grace Kelly once famously said that by a certain age you have to choose between the body and the face...too thin and the wrinkles will show.
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