Monday, February 10, 2003 Moose, squirrel, sloth
The mate and I are getting fat. It may be the all-candy diet, or our habit of eating out too much, or our general lack of activity, but we're getting to be a pudgy couple. You've seen the pudgy couples, perhaps at the mall, or at highway rest stops. They both have the belly pouches that Berkeley Breathed used to draw on his Bill Gates character in Outland. Their clothes fit a little too tight, or are excessively baggy in a vain effort to camoflague the pudge. Oftentimes, they're toting a pudgy child or two along with them.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not anti-pudge, in general. I'm too naturally moosie to ever want to live in a pointy, wraithlike narrow body. Still, I don't want to turn into a lazy little sea cow before I'm 30. I feel, too, that my 20's are my time to be hott, and that if I don't maximize that, then I'll be a hopeless frump later in life.
So, how do I ( and the mate) get less slack and flabby? He's been doing sit-ups. I've been considering miracle weightloss pills.
What I'm really hoping is that the threat of excercise works on me the same way it did last summer, and pushes me into working on my writing project in order to have a good excuse to avoid it. posted by Frenz | 2/10/2003 12:43:00 PM
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