I See You Baby

shakin’ that ass… shakin’ that ass…

I’m back, baby! And in more ways that one. Back here writing to you lovely kiddies. Back in the realm of sanity again. And back on track with the Lard Bustin’.

First, I want to thank the lovely people who emailled or signed my guestbook with the kindest, most inspiring words that gave me a good kick up the arse. There’s no way I am going to let a gain of one fifth of a pound drag me into depression. I mean, really. I’ve lost 48 other pounds. That’s what I’ll focus on.

So I went to the gym just now, I did 25 minutes on the bike. When I started I could only do about 55 RPM, today I was sitting around 75-80. Great stuff. I could feel my thighs protesting a little, but it wasn’t at all painful or anything. Just a pleasant twang.

Then I did 20 minutes on the treadmill. Either side of me were two musclebound chicks that were just running flat out. Oh how I wish I could run. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to? Even in my slimmer days, I was never the least bit athletic.

Speaking of athletic, I find Fred most inspiring, especially his recent entries. Now he can run. And walk and cycle and swim. And slice and dice and julienne. I want to get fit like that.

But I’ve always been so unathletic and uncoordinated. No matter what my size, I’ve been hopeless at sports, and could never run without feeling a lung would burst. Is it possible for a chronic klutz to become fit? I hope so. I have big plans for me.

In other news: The girls are happy in their new C cup bra. The D’s have gone to the bin, never to be worn again. My sexy trackpants are also getting baggy. I actually have to use the drawstring on them so they don’t fall down. That is just brilliant.

Onward and downward, kiddies!

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