The girl I wanna be

I ran into her today, after taking Jenna to the splash pad this afternoon.

HER….being a woman near my age (I think), who looks completely AMAZING. Couple that with a winning personality, and smarts, it’s a no brainer. She ran a 5 mile race on her birthday this week, and came in FIRST. Who wouldn’t want to be her??

Now, I don’t mean this literally, I really enjoy myself and my life. I wouldn’t want to switch all that stuff. BUT… her arms. Her arms are perfect. I stared at them as we chatted for a second or two. And I envied them.

She is dedicated to working out, she runs…for like, miles. She tries to get enough sleep and adjusts her diet to allow her to reach her goals with her running.

And here I am….just snuck two bites of Jenna’s superman ice cream, and WOULD have ordered a hot fudge sundae of my own if the lady hadn’t rushed me at the counter….. addicted to stupid burger king onion rings…..

I'm pretty sure she looks like this when she races.... theathleticbuild.com

I’m pretty sure she looks like this when she races….
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I imagine I look like this next to her..... istockphoto.com

I imagine I look like this next to her…..
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I told her I was just getting back into working out. This is true….again. I’m ALWAYS just getting back into working out, I haven’t actually made it a habit for years… so the three days a week I am doing? I didn’t tell her that at least one of those is just a 10 minute superfast CD so I can “say” I worked out that day. And probably clenching my butt cheeks when I walk outside with the kids isn’t good enough. Dammit.

So I look at her, and admire her, and think…..I would love to look like her. And what will I do about it?

Perhaps because I’m turning 40 in a few short weeks…. suddenly the knowledge that I COULD look great if I wanted to isn’t cutting it. Suddenly, the excuse of having 4 kids isn’t enough…. genetics have been very nice to me, but maybe it’s time for me to help out a bit more.

By the way, getting back to this girl, it is impossible to hate her for her perfection. She’s too nice!! She offered to run with me when I mentioned that I might like to start. I think she was serious.

I honestly told her I would need to do some work alone, I had to look better first…before I could subject myself to that. I want to sit her down and find out what she does, besides running…what’s her super-effective workout secret??

So today I made myself a promise. Kind of. I told myself I would try really hard to avoid onion rings and eat more carrots and fruit. I am going to pack a lunch instead letting myself starve until only fried grease will satisfy me. Edamame!!!! I will eat more of it!! I will FORCE myself to start working out at least every other day…. probably I will start this tomorrow….

And I will still clench my butt cheeks when I walk, because I think it’s not hurting anything.

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8 thoughts on “The girl I wanna be

  1. Iโ€™m ALWAYS just getting back into working out, I havenโ€™t actually made it a habit for yearsโ€ฆ yup. I can identify. 10 minute super fast CD. Haha. Mine is actually hop on my spin bike and do a couple of revolutions and say YES that felt great! ๐Ÿ™‚ I try eat to carrots. They get stuck in my throat. Really. They are just too damn dry. And, yes, the only thing I like at Burger King are the mini onion rings. Thank God most of the local Kings next to me, stopped carrying the mini’s. That has saved me! Whenever I buy Edamame, they always get icky gooey too fast in the fridge. I do like them though, just don’t feel like peeling them out of the pod. There’s too much fat for me to squeeze my cheeks. I might injure my muscle underneath.

  2. Little changes over a long period of time equal big results. Keep at it! Enjoy those ice cream moments with the kids. Just not every single day. *hugs*.

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