…You follow both Jillian Michaels and The Grilled Cheese Truck on Twitter
…You go on long bike rides on the weekends primarily for the pancake breakfast afterwards.
…You work out while your brownies are baking.
…Your stomach gets pummeled by your knees while riding your bike.
…You attempt to justify your boobs (or beer gut) as a flotation advantage while swimming
…You have stopped for McDonalds mid-run.
…You have gotten completely ready to workout, shoes and all, ended up sidetracked by Bejeweled on Facebook…and never made it out the door (ok, so maybe this is specific to me).
…Your heart is in great shape, but your ass is still unfortunately crowding most of your clothes.
…You own stock in Chamois butter and BodyGlide.
…XL racing tanks fit you like a crop top.
…Spandex is your mortal enemy, but you wear it anyway.
…You refuse to wear Orca brand wetsuits because that’s exactly how you feel when you put one on.
…Your primary involvement in your local running/tri/swim club is the monthly happy hours.
…You’ve eaten multiple packets of Gu for dessert because there wasn’t anything else in the house
…You yell “hey look! Elvis!” and then run and jump in the pool while everyone’s head is turned.
…You have not, and never will, view food strictly as fuel.
(….as unthinkable as viewing sex strictly for procreation)
What else you got?
…you’ve developed an complicated Excel formula (including pivot tables) that converts your pedometer count to a CFA (curly fries allowed) quotient.
GURRRRL! You are friggin’ hilarious! I am enjoying catching up on your blog reading very much! “hey look! Elvis!” I’m in stitches over here!!
this is still my favorite blog so far… probably because even though I may not be any sort of athelete, I can see how your trials could be my own
smooch!
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