Suburban Goddess

I’m not really. It just makes me feel better about myself to say that. But on the other side of this, my yoga instructor told our class last week that the American Heart Association recommends 60-70 minutes of cardio a day for women my age. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

To add insult to injury, a particularly fit friend of mine told me that for every ten years we age, you need to subtract 100 calories from your daily intake just to MAINTAIN your current weight.

Seriously, is there a pill yet? For all the havoc the damn drug companies wreak on our society, the least they can do is get us a “get skinny quick” pill that won’t give us a heart attack or make hair grow out of inconspicous places… haven’t we EARNED THAT?

Honestly, I don’t work out for the fun of it. I don’t enjoy it. Any of it. Yoga, kickboxing, running, step aerobics, TAE-BO, circuit training, weight-lifting… all part of my weekly fitness routine. And given the choice between either of these activites or sitting my happy fat butt on the sofa, the sofa will triumph EVERY SINGLE TIME.

I hear fitness freaks talk about the elusive “endorphin-high,” and I have to tell you; I still haven’t had one. Perhaps if I had, I wouldn’t want to chuck my alarm clock out of the window at 4:45 am. Maybe I would be more motivated to put down the Twinkies. Maybe I wouldn’t mind being sore EVERY SINGLE DAY.

It’s a conspiracy, I tell you.

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