So I wanna say FAK it!

Ok so Fak the diet and keep the work out!?!

How do those delicious buttery potatoes suit you?  They suit me fine, mmmm! I can deal with the work out, I just need the carbs, lots of them appearently.

I feel better when I work out. It doesn't matter if it's this crazy SWAT work out, my lazy day aqua-robics, my fun zumba...I just feel good...ummm along with mood stabilizers, tranquilizers and uppers I feel better that is :)

So fak the diet part for now I'm a fatty chick that aspires to be a woman who is mistaken for someone with an eating disorder...I'm kinda not joking about this and yes I know it's twisted thinking...yes I still know I'm COO coo not breaking the news to me...

Having a loving life moment, hoping it's not a spur of the mania moment...

Stripper in the bedroom

So I confess.

I turn the music full blast when I'm all alone and break out into some pretty slutty, sexy, make-my-mother-blush moves in the bedroom in front of the mirrow. My hips girate, my spine can snake up and down, my ass, oh my ass can wiggle and jiggle all sorts of ways...

So here is my dilema (You didn't think I would blog without a dilema did u?). WHY CAN'T I DANCE WHEN I GO TO MY ZUMBA CLASS???? Oh, FYI Zumba is an aerobic workout that mixes salsa, merenge, reggeton and cumbia, and it's a hell of a lot of fun! My spine fuses together so tight I literally feel like I have a stick up my ass. It's not due to pain, it's just self-consciousness! ARGGG I know everybody's there to do their own thing.

The Zumba moves aren't as bad as the moves I do in my bedroom, so why can't I just bust a move?