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I got beauty, I got class, I got style and I got ass.
I've thought some about my identity. Nothing big, but just why I have made such a thing of not training. When I stopped with the athletic thing, about one and a half year ago, I stopped training. Completely. And then I dropped like 5 kilos. Not surprisingly that was all muscles. Then after that, I've been one of 'those' girls. Who brags about how much I eat, how I am always hungry and still can squeeze into a size Small. Although I've known, in the back of my mind, that it just isn't good. Not now, 'cause I'm not just always hungry - I'm always tired as well. And definitely not later either. The thing is, I think, that I want to be better. Better in the way that "Oh, I don't do that nor that, but I'm still pretty and skinny". But then, who cares? Last summer I gained weight. I blame the alcohol and candy. And I kind of realized that if I want to have fun (AKA drink alcohol and party with my friends) and still feel good about myself (AKA not search for quick fixes to loose weight) then I have to start to work-out again. So that is my plan. I have a lot of time 'til the summer comes along. And longer 'til I have to run 10 km. So now I'm back on the working-out track. Yoga and running: here I am!