in the words of Head Heather, "Bulimia is so '87." this quote (firstly) proves my theory that everything happened in 1987 (see blog post when i have more time) and (secondly) bulimia is wrong. i would never consider it. but i do want to get healthy.
in my line of work (sporadic "studying" and basement TV), i have to travel up many flights of stairs (2). i race up my basement stairs, and then accordingly, the second floor stairs (depending on the amount of time i have during commercial breaks). this occurrence happens at least 3 times a night.
the ridiculous part of this does not lie in the fact that i choose this living situation, but rather the amount of huffing and puffing that is required to finish the task. quite embarrassing, as i've been called out by various family members on this more than once.
so i'm on a mission: kick Jillian Michael's ass. she's annoying and my mom bought her exercise DVD. but fuck the DVD. i'm going to jog, inspired by one Miss Liz McSkinnyness. if jillian's obnoxious facial features have taught us anything, it is that the chances of attaining your exercise goal is much increased if you write about it. i don't think she had blogging in mind, but that illproportioned head is so full of crunches and rug-munching, i'll forgive her.
sorry if this hampers the mood, but this blog is currently devoted to my daily exercise journal. we'll see how long this lasts...polls open tomorrow.
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