This morning the sky was beautiful for the first time in a week and Nico was up at 6:30 am to enjoy it, which means that I, as the chief victim of his urges, was also up at 6:30 am. It’s not fun to get up at 6:30 am after getting up at 2:00 am. There should be a law against it. There should also be a law against attempting to go running after getting up at 2:00 am and again at 6:30 am. But alas there isn’t, which is how I found myself sweaty by the time Christian finished pressing snooze on his alarm clock.
After four and a half months of too little sleep, too little food, and too much missing body mass, I’ve come to the conclusion that I really have to start getting back into shape. Amazing as it is, I feel like a useless blob even with my tiny waist, contrary to the claims of every women’s magazine I’ve ever read. And the first step to this transformation is to get myself back into running form.
Unfortunately, in order to get back into shape, sometimes a girl has to do something unpleasant, like drag herself outside at cruel hours of the morning three times a week for some heavy breathing and a layer of sweat.
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I’m getting to that stage too – except that until recently Moira wanted to eat 3x a night and the thought of doing anything in the morning other than drinking tea wasn’t very appealing. Plus – I think it is going to kill my poor boobs to start running again. That being said – I think this coming weekend is the weekend I am going to start. I’m tired of being a flabby skinny chick.