The Unfortunate Comfort I Have for My Body: A Personal Reflection.

This blog is sort of a mix of everything, so I thought I would share something personal for once, a little note I was writing on my thoughts of my physical appearance and lack of inspiration to get fit. I thought it would be enjoyable to some, maybe they can try to motivate me, either to stay how I am or to get off the couch.

The Unfortunate Comfort I Have for My Body

I'm very comfortable with my body but it is unfortunate because as my mother constantly reminds me I am overweight or pudgy or whatever word it is for I'm supposed to be off my butt exercising and definitely not eating that cake or that shirt is too tight because it reveals my pot belly. I'm not mad at her and it is not that I think she is wrong, I have gained a lot of weight in college. It is also not a I love my body, real women have curves spiel. I just happen to have a high tolerance for my body's appearance. While my mother grabs at the flab on her thighs explaining how she "must" go on the treadmill after a long day of cleaning the garage, I just sit and type this on my laptop. I just don't have it in me at the moment. I mean I like my breasts and my butt and the rest, eh who cares? But seriously, until I look in the mirror and gringe in disgust I will not be hoping over to that treadmill. My butt will probably get fatter and plumper, and I think I might have to acquire a hump and some boils and a snaggle tooth in order for me to go "Oh man, I gotta change!". For now, I just get to enjoy the blogging world while my mother gasps for air as she runs on the treadmill.