" #GymLife " Okay we get it, you work out. Fit is the new fabulous. Yes, your meal prep dishes are beautiful. We see you, checking in at the gym every night. That's awesome. Working out is good for you. I`m happy that you are in tune with your body and living a healthy lifestyle. However, I just had a really rough day and I`m about to go indulge in a box of a dozen different types of donuts. No, I haven't been to the gym today, nor do I plan on working out. I`m just gonna go home, eat these donuts, and blog about how I hate working out and you better not say nothing about it.
I've never really been the type to work out. I've been pretty active off and on throughout my life so I never had a desire to go to the gym. In 6th and 7th grade I got into sports. I played volleyball, which I really enjoyed, and basketball, which was fun, minus all that running back and forth on the court. I also danced from the age of 10 to 18. I actually thought that I was going to have a career in dance. I looked into the dance program at Columbia and it scared the hell out of me. By that time, I understood that dance was just recreational for me, not a career choice. Even though I didn't choose to be a dancer, I still continued to live a very active life in Chicago. Well, I didn't have a car during those six years, so I had to walk everywhere. I eventually changed my eating habits and made healthier choices too. I never even kept sweets and junk in my apartment because I knew how tempting it would be. Y'all, I got hella skinny in 2012.
In 2013, I decided to move back to St. Louis. I was like "It`s cool, I`m not gaining any of that weight back. I`m staying skinny for life." I guess I had forgotten about my grandmother`s delicious pound cake, my mom`s Saturday morning breakfast, and the fact that it`s ALWAYS ice cream here. There I was in a house full of delicious food and amazing cooks. I woke up one morning, opened my closet, and pulled out my favorite ripped up jeans. Y'all, I tore a brand new hole in them jeans that day trying to get my big ole butt in there. I said, "Naw this cant be right" so I got back in the bed and went back to sleep because I HAD to be dreaming. I was hella mad.
The next step? I got a gym membership. I hate the gym, but I was desperate. I had never belonged to a gym before and it was just how I imagined. It was like the club. A fashion show. Most people were there to show off their work out gear and take selfies. I was actually there to talk to the cutie at the front desk. I mean, I was actually there to work out. To me, it was a waste of time. I can go for a run around the neighborhood or work out in the comfort of my own home just fine. Y'all know I like to wear booty shorts when I work out. It makes me feel sexy. Like the skinny chick on the DVD. I can`
t be doing all of that in the gym.
Look, the truth is, your body is going to experience change throughout your life. Like, I don't know where these hips came from but I didn't invite them. I may be trying to work on getting rid of them, but I`m also learning to fall in love with them and the rest of my body in the process. Being skinny is not in my genes. Hell, I`m a black woman anyway. Curves were always in my future.
The moral of the story is, eat the damn cake. You can work out later. Don`t be that annoying person that`s always talking about how many calories are in my snacks. How about you get yourself a plate and enjoy these delicious treats. Who cares about the calories?
Thanks for reading, fatty.
-BRIT
I've never really been the type to work out. I've been pretty active off and on throughout my life so I never had a desire to go to the gym. In 6th and 7th grade I got into sports. I played volleyball, which I really enjoyed, and basketball, which was fun, minus all that running back and forth on the court. I also danced from the age of 10 to 18. I actually thought that I was going to have a career in dance. I looked into the dance program at Columbia and it scared the hell out of me. By that time, I understood that dance was just recreational for me, not a career choice. Even though I didn't choose to be a dancer, I still continued to live a very active life in Chicago. Well, I didn't have a car during those six years, so I had to walk everywhere. I eventually changed my eating habits and made healthier choices too. I never even kept sweets and junk in my apartment because I knew how tempting it would be. Y'all, I got hella skinny in 2012.
In 2013, I decided to move back to St. Louis. I was like "It`s cool, I`m not gaining any of that weight back. I`m staying skinny for life." I guess I had forgotten about my grandmother`s delicious pound cake, my mom`s Saturday morning breakfast, and the fact that it`s ALWAYS ice cream here. There I was in a house full of delicious food and amazing cooks. I woke up one morning, opened my closet, and pulled out my favorite ripped up jeans. Y'all, I tore a brand new hole in them jeans that day trying to get my big ole butt in there. I said, "Naw this cant be right" so I got back in the bed and went back to sleep because I HAD to be dreaming. I was hella mad.
The next step? I got a gym membership. I hate the gym, but I was desperate. I had never belonged to a gym before and it was just how I imagined. It was like the club. A fashion show. Most people were there to show off their work out gear and take selfies. I was actually there to talk to the cutie at the front desk. I mean, I was actually there to work out. To me, it was a waste of time. I can go for a run around the neighborhood or work out in the comfort of my own home just fine. Y'all know I like to wear booty shorts when I work out. It makes me feel sexy. Like the skinny chick on the DVD. I can`
t be doing all of that in the gym.
Look, the truth is, your body is going to experience change throughout your life. Like, I don't know where these hips came from but I didn't invite them. I may be trying to work on getting rid of them, but I`m also learning to fall in love with them and the rest of my body in the process. Being skinny is not in my genes. Hell, I`m a black woman anyway. Curves were always in my future.
The moral of the story is, eat the damn cake. You can work out later. Don`t be that annoying person that`s always talking about how many calories are in my snacks. How about you get yourself a plate and enjoy these delicious treats. Who cares about the calories?
Thanks for reading, fatty.
-BRIT
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