Fat Bottom Girls You Make The Rockin' World Go 'Round!

Damn straight we do!

Tho I think I'm on the way to losing my fat bottom. A friend of mine, though, told me years ago that my ass is kinda really flat - there's no impressive buddunk-a-dunk bubble-shelf there. As I never look at my ass, I think I'll believe her.

The last couple of days have been kind of crazy.

Saturday night/Sunday morning our window a/c unit died a horrible, screaming, dying death (deader than dead, ma'am) and woke me out of a sound, nightmare laced dream. Not sure what I was dreaming about but as I'm currently reading the last book in Nora Roberts' "Sign of Seven" trilogy (fire, blood, deep dark scary woods, flaming-hot sex) it wouldn't surprise me if running into a tree while people died screaming in blood-baths around me had anything to do with it. Anyway, that meant that sleeping? Not so much.

Was up early on Sunday morning due to the above so I went to bed at around 8:30 on Sunday night. Monday morning I wake up - but only after the alarm goes off twice (didn't hear it), and the cats come up to harass me out of bed (after Mike'd already almost finished his shower). Shewt, who was running late? This girl right here!

But I got my work-out in!!
Why am I so excited about that? Because if you knew me and the lazy factor and the way I am able to talk myself out of what I need to do  you'd know how much of an accomplishment that was. Holy hell, I was dead tired and I could have legitimately said "screw you, exercise! i don't need you today!!" then happily fallen on my face in a dead-slump. BUT, I didn't!

I am constantly amazed at myself for the kind of resilience I keep pulling out of my ass - I am slowly but effectively changing my life! It feels awesome!

Part of what doesn't feel awesome? I've already hurt myself. Yes, you read it right - hurt myself. The rotator-cuff in my right shoulder seems to be against this whole exercise thing. Last night I avoided sleeping on my right side all night (uh, I sleep on my right side, folks - fun fact!) so again today could have been a "screw this!!" kind of day, but I reminded myself that riding the bike doesn't, in fact, involve my arms (do you know how heavy a Kindle is?!) so I needed to get my shit up and go!

So get up my fat ass I did - and you know what? After I'm all done for the day? It feels good!

This fat ass is gettin' it done, kids!