The New Year is rapidly approaching which means my slovenly ways will soon be departing. Auf Wiedersehen, Au Voir, Sayonara, Hasta La Vista baby. Visions of ice cream cones will ONLY be dancing in my head and NOT on my behind anymore. I am keenly aware the sweat equity to rid my hips of those unhealthy calories is soooo not worth the temptation. I always allow myself to fall off the wagon this time of year, but it's time to climb back on the treadmill, spinning cycle and jump back into the swimming lane.
Oh my, I can hardly wait! << sarcasm alert.
"Visions of Ice Cream Cones"
Chestnut Hill, PA
I will NEVER be one of those people who says they LOVE to exercise. Quite honestly, I downright loathe it. I have NEVER felt a "runners high" and am convinced it's existence is an urban myth. But it is a necessary evil because the best part of exercising for me is...when I'm done. The sense of accomplishment makes me happy and fulfilled. And fitting into my skinny jeans doesn't hurt either.
Time to get back to being the best I can be. Even if it IS a pain in the butt to do so. Hopefully, it will be a much smaller butt feeling the pain.