Tuesday, February 12, 2013
I don't know why they put mirrors in gyms and workout rooms. Seeing my fat ass try to burn it up on the elliptical does NOT encourage me. I feel like I am the biggest, fattest person in the gym and I'm definitely the largest girl in my Zumba class. My Zumba instructor said something last week about getting ready for bikini season. I laughed and told her I wasn't going to be bikini ready until next year.
I know I should be comparing my size to others but it's hard not to. The girls in my zumba class wear cute little belly dancing scarves with jingles on them and they are adorable. I got one and I can barely get it around my big butt. It's just not as cute on me as it is on them. They also wear adorable workout clothes that show off bare arms and midriffs. They are beautiful people. I'm in a dumpy T-shirt and sweatpants trying to hide my bulges.
The skinny girl inside of me is screaming to get out. She wants to look cute and perky too. She wants to be able to wrap her jingle skirt around her waste and wear adorable workout clothes without looking like a plump sausage ready to sizzle in the frying pan.
It's a catch 22. I won't become cute and skinny without working out but to work out I have to be the biggest girl in the gym for awhile. Pshaw... hopefully in six months or so I'll be down a dress size or two and the skinny girl inside of me will start to show her true colors. This time next year, I want the new girls to be jealous of me for a change.