I am very envious of those that faithfully exercise and enjoy it.  I am not now, nor have I ever been, one that enjoys working out.  I have an excuse these days because of some back issues, but even before that I just preferred other things.  Anything really but mostly eating.  My lack of exercise and love of food has caused a tough battle with my clothes fitting.  Some days they do, some days they don’t.  It all depends on if it’s a cottage cheese and fruit kind of week, or a nachos on top of a pizza kind of week.  I choose to believe that despite what my doctor tells me, I must have a thyroid issue.  Many times I’ll tell me husband that I’m concerned something must be wrong with my health because I appear to have unexplained weight gain.  He’ll just wipe the chocolate off my chin and ask me what I’ve been eating lately and remind me I don’t exercise.  Bastard.

So today I woke up depressed that my clothes don’t fit and feeling embarrassed to leave the house.  I decided to go for one of my “power walks” which is basically me walking around the block while wheezing and sweating.  So despite just feeling like I’m an embarrassment, I all of a sudden felt like I was sexy as all hell.  Even though I probably burned 3 calories, my brain thinks I just completed a triathlon.  I’m smiling at people, bending over to “tie my shoes” – you’re welcome.  Thinking about how my next walk should probably just be in a sports bra and spandex shorts.  It’s pretty amazing how in 5 minutes my brain thinks I have transformed my body from someone one cupcake away from not being able to fit through my front door, to a super model.  I can’t be the only one that feels this way, right?  Isn’t it funny how one day on a diet or a simple walk can make us feel thinner?  I know it isn’t true but I’m going to run with it and pick out a new bikini to water my lawn in.