Friday, January 6, 2012

A New Year

I do wonder why people make resolutions. This morning one of my colleagues chatted me up about her kids, her house and her fat. She voiced the quintessential resolution while she breezed through all the other things wrong or at least not perfect in her life. She wasn't saying anything that hadn't been said before, although no doubt it still meant something to her.

Later, during a meeting with the new boss, we were all favored with the boss' perspective on life. He's one of those high energy types who will not tolerate any nay-sayers or negativity. Since it's the first meeting and everything, I made an honest effort to at least look as if his 7HHEP quotes were news to me. He was trying to motivate us, so doodling and texting were out of the question.

As I listened, I'll admit it right now. My perspective shifted slightly. I decided that I really do lack motivation. I giggled at my coworker who was trying to motivate herself for god's sake! At least she gave lip service to exercising. I've been on an exercise protest ever since I realized a hot bod wasn't getting my ass married. Nor was anything else. But now, I'm starting to get motivated. I'm not 30 anymore. Something evil has happened to my poor metabolism, which has caused it to process food in such a way as to furnish me with 40 extra pounds over the last 5 years. Ew, how I want to get rid of those pounds. I am motivated to fit into my cute little tiny suits again. Well, as long as I don't have to wear them.

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