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I Hate It When Casey’s Right

April 21, 2006 in Uncategorized

Y’all might have noticed, but the whole ‘being accountable to myself via blog’ isn’t working so good. This became crystal clear when, on the first warm day of spring I tried on last year’s capris. Having been hanging in the closet for several months, they had, of course, shrunk a little. You know how fabric tends to do that, right?
So I laid down on the floor and wiggled (Official Jazzercise move) into the capris. Although it made a blister on my right index finger, I was able to get the zipper up. It was a short lived victory, however, because when I stood up, the part of my stomach that flattens out when I lay down came crashing through that zipper. This was not a pretty sight.
Time for plan B.
Okay, so next week I start Personal Touch. This is where I pay money for Casey to cause me great pain and agony and also monitor everything that goes into my mouth because quite a lot of stuff is apparently sneaking in there when I’m preoccupied with other things. It’s a month into spring. My summer clothes don’t fit. I am a desperate woman. Next week, I will be a cranky woman.
I will try to focus on how good being not-so-fat feels. I would tell you that I will focus on how good being thin feels, except I haven’t been thin since I was five, and I really don’t remember. Wait, there were a couple of years in high school when I was in size sevens (and some fives). But I still didn’t feel thin. I have been obsessed with my weight my entire life and I am frankly bored with it, which is why I have started ignoring it and put some of the weight I’d lost back on. I guess I’ll have to go back to being obsessed.
This morning I went to 9:20 Jazzercise and Myra committed an attempted homicide by Jazzercise. I think she’s sneaking in a couple of extra fast songs, because there was one point right before we started cooling down when my arms were tingling and I was hallucinating. I could have sworn there were two Myras on stage. It was probably just all the sweat dripping into my eyes. I think Myra got tired , too, because she stopped dancing and said, “I like to watch.” Right. That’s what instructors do when they’ve worn themselves out. They stop to watch and make sure we’re doing it right. We’re on to that trick.
Anyway, I have an addition to the list of Jazzer-body parts: taillights. I bet you can guess what that is. Today, we kept our headlights up and worked our taillights off. Peace, out…

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Jazzercise, The Caring and Nurturing Alien, The Queen of Pain

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