Up until today, I was pretty proud of the 20lbs I have managed to lose through a combination of near-daily workouts (weights and cardio) combined with calling my mistress, Fat Tire, and telling her I couldn’t see her as often any more. She wept, they always do, but – hey, baby, that’s just how it’s got to be.
But Jennifer Marnell… crikey… wow.
Granted, I was only knocking on the door of 200lbs when I decided a change was in order, so my weight loss would not be as dramatic as that of Jennifer Marnell (although it sure doesn’t stop me from now looking in the mirror and being pleased to see muscles that once were considered buried by the sands – or, well, lipids – of time, lost forever more).
She should serve as an inspiration to many. Sure, there are some people, hobbled by genetics or disease, who will never, despite how hard they work, get their bodies to be truly fit.
However, for the bulk of us (and especially the bulky of us), we choose to look the way we do. Every time we choose to sit on our ass and watch television, eat a wing and drink a beer, we’re accepting the consequences of our actions, even though several months or years later we’ll stand looking in the mirror and pretend to be stumped at how we got to look this way.
I already had my moment, and that was enough for me.
Sorry, got distracted there for a moment from my main point: hubba hubba.