I’m a whale. I’m a hippo. I’m a pig. I’m a whale. These are the things going through my head as I stand in front of the mirror wondering where on earth these cankles came from.
First official day in Australia, it’s perfect summer weather, and all I see is pasty white blubber. These next six months are going to be AMAZING!
I have a friend of a friend in town who I’m supposed to meet up with today. Have never met her, we’ve just exchanged a few emails, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. When I first agreed to meet up with her, I immediately sent her a facebook friend request and started stalking her. I was hoping for someone who wasn’t model hot so I wouldn’t feel like such a fast ass. Just a normal looking girl, though definitely fitter than I am.
We’ve decided on going down to St. Kilda, down on the water. “Swim suits?” she asked. Flash of me standing on the beach blinding everyone with my fat thighs. Lied that I left my suit at home.
“Should we run or power walk? Should I wear gym clothes? “she asks. First of all HA! Second of all HAHA! Me? Power walk or run?? Is there a zombie apocolaypse? Because if there isn’t, I’m not doing it. Oh, and also, its upward of 90 degrees today, I’ll sweat just from breathing – my heart would stop if I ran. My response? “Haha. Yeah, no. I’m the biggest slacker EVER. For reals. Go casual.”
Know whats’ funny? To get rid of the whale/hippo/pig/whale thing, I should run or power walk. Maybe I’ll just have a cookie to take my mind off of this.
