Dragging Ass

I think we've all had these moments. At least I'd like to think we've all had these moments. You notice your pants are a little tighter than usual. You just aren't looking that cute in your favorite shirt any more and you think it might have something to do with the little fat roles it is covering up. It's not that you're fat. You're far from it. You've allowed yourself to "just eat one more piece" a few too many times.

Then it hits you.. wham.. you get a glimpse of yourself in a picture or a passing glance in a full length mirror and you think to yourself, "What the f**k is that?"

I've been dragging (for me) for a few months now. I haven't quite worked off the post surgery weight, and I think I returned from China with a few extra pounds of rice on my ass. Usually, I need a huge shock in order to recognize these things. Like a big slap across the face. So, I stepped on the scale the other day. There it was.. my pre-Crossfit weight. Yikes!

We all know that's not acceptable, and no it's not muscle weight. Thanks for the possible excuses. I'm not a big excuses kind of a girl. Either you're fat and you like it or you're fat and you don't. If you don't like it, you either whine about it and drive everyone else around you crazy, or you pick your ass up, stop shoving food in your freaking mouth and start sweating your balls off until your back to your desired weight.

There it is. That's my pep talk to myself and to anyone else who might read this and think that you too have put on a few extra pounds. If anyone's interested I'm up for a post-WOD run.