Baby Got Back
Too much booty in the pants is something that my boyfriend Ryan loves to say. He says it whenever we see any one who has a huge ass and pants that just don't seem to be containing it. This is the kind of ass that would have Sir-Mix-A-Lot salivating. He says it almost singing and every time we laugh.
This much loved phrase of his came to mind yesterday as I was running on my treadmill and suddenly not only where my shorts not staying up properly but my underwear as well was starting to slip a little. I had never had that happen to me before. The shorts, I was used to. As I had been losing weight I had to roll the top of my shorts down to keep them from falling. It was a great feeling the first day I had to do it. But my underwear? Not so much. All I could think was thank God I didn't run outside or at a gym to have everyone starring at me as im constantly pulling my underwear up from sliding off my ass while trying to keep running. I could only imagine the humiliation I would have felt and I do not get embarassed easily.
It was this small slip of clothing that made me remember 10 months ago when I could barely walk on my treadmill for half of one of the preprogrammed workout. I now do at least 3 or 4 of those workouts a week with some Yoga sprinkled in on the days I don't run. Last September I never would have imagined how far I have come in such a small amount of time. Now I not only make it though the entire workout but i RUN! How the fuck did that happen?
I had a moment where i said just do it. Just make time for it. And now I do. It's a part of my schedule almost every day and I don't have a second thought about it. I no longer have to coax myself into getting off the couch and running. I just do it.
Who knew that my underwear falling would mean so much? I guess it's time to convince Ry to take me to Victoria's Secret.
Can you say shopping spree?
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