A Picture Tells the Truth

Today was going just like any other day. Then my manager sent an email. The email that people like me dread! The email with pictures of some event we had that she decided to be photographer of! Picture after picture of me and my other 12 team members acting like complete morons at a theme park that was a part of our company team builder. There was a picture of me stuffed in to a kid sized race car next to all my teammates who easily slid into theirs. My knees were to my ears, my neck had combined with my face and my gut looked like a spare tire. It was humiliating. Thats not all. There was another picture of me bending over putting my ball down during our mini golf game. My entire butt.  Thank god I had all black on otherwise you would actually see what the craters on the moon looked like! I click the arrow button, quickly scanning through the neverending slideshow of pictures and trying not to cry. I finally got to the motherload. There was a picture of all of us posing with our miniatue golf clubs. There I was, trying to minimize my wideness by sliding halfway behind the guy next to me and turning my head slightly to the left-in an attempt to make my face smaller. I still stuck out like a sore thumb. My legs look like toothpicks holding up a giant ball of silly putty. I was spilling out of my pants, left and right, front and back and even diagonaly!

This is what I have decided to do. I am going to stop being scared of my P90X and stop coming up with excuses to put it off. I don’t have weights yet, and I don’t have the yoga mat or yoga blocks or the chinup bar but damnit that is why they show you alternative methods to do those. Enough is enough and I am pissed off with myself that I am allowing myself to put this off even though I know I need to do it!

I’m doing it damnit!

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