Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The hips don't lie.

As a woman, I can pretend that stilettos don't hurt my feet, that plucking my eyebrows doesn't bring tears to my eyes and that the shapewear tank top I recently purchased doesn't crush my ribs so fiercely that I have to recline the driver's seat.

After all, I am a woman, and I live by the credo that it is better to look marvelous than to feel marvelous.

While I can't do anything short of horrifying for my eyebrows and, let's be honest, cute shoes are worth it,  I've decided to make a commitment to fitness. ..So I won't feel the need exist in a world of medieval torture that is that tank top.

..and staying true to the original purpose of my blog, I find myself resolute.. a full month before the new year.

Last night, I took the "before" pictures.  Oy vey! I now believe that it was an act of mercy, not form or function, that our heads are oriented to the front and our butts are in the back.  I'm so happy I don't have to look at my butt all day.

And no, I'm not posting the "befores" without the "afters."


  1. My apt has a very nice gym on the top floor with views of DC. You are more than welcome to come by and be my work out partner. All cardio equipment has individual TVs. :)

  2. You make me chuckle. You remember the credo..."It is better to look marvelous..."