Ok, now that we’ve cleared this up….I need to work out. Desperately…it’s only a matter of time before Biggest Loser comes a’calling. So tomorrow I head back to the East Bay and I will do at least one run this weekend. My ass will feel all sad and shaky but I will get in some kind of run. I will also force myself to stand on the scale and see how far this lbg has fallen. I have a pretty good idea but I like to be scientific and know exactly how much pie and beer it takes to get me to Tight Pants, USA….and not the sexy part of Tight Pants, USA. This is shit happens, Tight Pant, USA where you may be killed with an errant button flying off my jeans.
November will be the month for goals. It’s time to bring back all those important grown-up type things which make me feel like less of an imposter when I advise my students on what to do with their lives. TRUST, I’ve drank that many beers and made all the poor decisions so you do not have to. YOU’RE WELCOME FROSH! Oh yeah, I work with adorable over-achieving college students.
Running…adults run and listen to their jams that way! Dancing until 2am and sweating sheer alcohol is for the children. I’m hoping that writing this will make me somehow accountable to myself and keep the mimosa drinking at bay. BECAUSE BRUNCH IS FOR GROWN-UPS – WAHAHAHA – TAKE THAT YOU HUNGOVER CHILDREN!
Hmmm….no one here is angry about getting old and everyone having bebes and keeping me out of the bars. Nope, not at all. Because I have running and brunch and BRUNCH!
Alright, I need to end this tirade and go to bed at 11pm on a Friday night. Not because I’m lame but because I’m a responsible grown-up.
Your favorite old lady – the lbg