All I want is a free taco…

G has me on a strict diet and workout regime in pursuit of being model thin. Okay, well for one I had a freaking green spinach fruit smoothie for breakfast! I want Taco Bell reeeeaaaal bad, but nope.  I don't even look forward to my lunch (favorite part of the day other than dinner or nap time) anymore because it consists of like a carrot stick and maybe a bite of something else. I’m hungry ALLL the time. I hate exercising. Hate running even more. Hate leg day even more than that.

I better be as skinny as a 9 year old or be continually asked, by people who are concerned for my well-being if I have been eating because I look like I have missed every meal, by summer.  I want to go out with my fellow jobless friend tonight but I have to make sure I can spare the calories and apparently starving myself all day won’t do the trick, according to G.  She thinks she knows everything.

Have you ever seen someone work out with a smile on their face...yeah, me neither. It’s because girl is STAR-VING!

 -S

"When you say get a job, I hear 'I hate you'."

We are on a journey to get our shit together. What that statement actually means changes on a daily basis.  

• Find S a job (All I hear is 'I hate you' - S)
• GTFO of our family home (We are too old for this - S)
• Get our beach bodies back  (without working out - S)
• Stalk New Kids on the Block a few dozen more times

and the list goes on!

Our main focus for the day was getting in shape.  I've found that the most effective way to get S to step foot in a gym is by bribing her with food.  I'm used to torturing myself in the gym on a regular basis but S is new to this so I keep a close eye on her.  Left to figure out this thing we call a gym on her own, S would dart off to the tanning bed the second I turn my head.  I did look away for a few seconds today and when I looked back I found her straddling a bosu ball, cursing the day I was born.  At that point, it was time to help her off the ground and call it a day.  Maybe we'll try again tomorrow sans balls...

-G