I don’t hate you. Really I don’t. Hubby thinks I do.
Honestly you just scare the crap out of me because I know you could kick my extra large sized a$$ into next week and the thought of you putting your tiny foot on my treadmill while I try to run is terrifying.
You would make me cry. Good tears and bad tears. Lots of those yucky snotty tears too.
You would take away all my excuses. You would act like you didn’t care but it would totally be because you do care…a lot… even though you don’t know me.
I shocked my husband last night when I bought your 30 day shred dvd. I was totally ready to do it until I watched Biggest Loser and got scared all over again.
You are inspiring. You are motivating. You’re not going to let me give up and that is what is keeping me from starting.
I tweet about you sometimes. I used your name to motivate my friend to run. It’s because you are awesome.
Maybe I’ll go put in your dvd. If I can find somewhere to hide the baby for 20 minutes. I don’t want to step on him.
The fat me hiding the awesome chick.