Someone's behind in their personal fitness program...

You may not know this about me, but I was very athletic when I was a kid.  Actually, calling myself "athletic" implies that I could successfully participate in more than one sport.  That would be a lie.  I unfortunately seemed to have inherited horrible hand-eye coordination from my parents.  This meant that soccer, baseball/softball, field hockey, basketball, volleyball, and lacrosse were never options for me.  (Later in life, my clumsiness also meant that my attempts at beer pong were pathetically uncoordinated.)  So, with 90% of the athletic community out of my reach (no pun intended) I turned to one of the few sports that required zero hand-eye abilities: swimming.  I mean, seriously, what can be easier?  All you have to do is move from one side of the pool to the other.  There were no sticks or balls involved of any kind.  (Get your mind out of the gutter--I'm talking about sports equipment!)

So, from ages 9-17, I spent my afternoons and weekends in the pool.  As a result, I developed the worst eating habits.  I could eat anything I wanted and not gain any weight cause I would just swim it off.  I would eat candy and chips and ice cream and bagels all day long.  God, it was awesome.  Until, in a fit of rebellion, I quit.  Well, I quit going to swim practice--I did not, by any means, quit eating junk food.

And so began my love-hate relationship with food.  I love to sit down with a book and a bag of chips.  I love curling up on the couch with a big bowl of ice cream to watch Glee.  I love getting to celebrate stuff with fatty, sugary foods.  And oh GOD, how I love brunch!  It is the king of all meals--breakfast AND lunch foods at the same time?  I hate, however, how quickly a few extra pounds start to smoosh onto my stupidly short body.  (It is SO not fair.  If I was 5'7" instead of 5'nothing, no one would notice the added poundage.)  So, I force myself to go the gym.  I figure I'm never going to have the will power to stop eating junk and start eating right, so instead I'll lessen the guilt with a few trips to the nearby YMCA.  Actually, I sort of took a break from the working-out to make more time for holiday eating.  Whoops.  As my Uncle Don would say, I'm "behind in my personal fitness program."  Translation:  I've been very fat and lazy lately.  But after my brief hiatus, I went back today for my first workout in over 2 months.  I am proud to say that not only did I stay on the treadmill for more than 10 minutes, but I even managed to squeak out a few sit-ups.

I think I'll celebrate with some ice cream....