I was going to work out today after work. I've been pretty alright at keeping up with both cardio AND weight training despite my hatred for weights stemming from once being a muscle-head rock climber.
Then, I glanced over updates from my favorite bloggers, all of whom spent time in NYC at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2013. Ugh.
Some bloggers touched on how ridiculous the crowd of men who paid way too much for front-row tickets were, or how all of our boyfriends are now going to expect 24-pack abs (and that sucks). But most of them said somewhere in their over-glorifying posts that now they are "inspired to get out there and get fit."
Me? Well, shit. I'm never going to have toned muscles on my inner-hip (see above photo of previously unknown piece of anatomy, that being the inner-hip). Ever. Even if I ran a million miles a day and only ate vegetation, still wouldn't happen.
In the moment of frustration that evolved from my normally calm blog-reading, instead of exploding out of the door to grab my running shoes to put in 16 miles, all I could think about was how badly I was craving super disgustingly sugary macaroons. I don't even LIKE sugar anymore.
What? Really? Really.
I normally adore working out. It tends to solve all of my problems. But inner-upper-thigh toned-ness is a problem that will never be fixed by an evening workout. Damnit.
So, what's your favorite flavor of macaroon?
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