self;

yesterday evan and i got ourselves an early Christmas present: a gym membership. we always say we're going to go run, or work out, or eat better. and we don't. every week i make excuses as to why my clothes fit tighter and tighter. "oh, they shrunk a little in the washer." um, no, larissa. it's probably the taco bell you ate 13 times last week. (kidding. if i ate taco bell 13 times in a week, i'd need an intervention.)

but,so we got a gym membership. i ellipticalled for about 70 minutes last night and tonight i'm going to bike.

it's nice. and quiet. and clean. i have to pay for it so therefore i have to use it. i don't know if that mentality works for anyone but me, but evan signed us up for an entire YEAR. holy molasses. that is 600 dollaroos! so. that is a LOT of taco bell i will be working off instead of consuming.

i know once i get past the first 2 weeks (goal: go once a day for 14 days) i'll be good. andplus? since evan and i both got a membership, i have a work out buddy. andalso? i read 16% of the way through my new book last night. reading on the elliptical is a lot easier than it sounds. and i don't have earphones or an ipod that works so my work out life will be sound-less TV and/or reading. NOT: staring at the count-down-till-i-can-get-off-this-whore-machine-clock.

i just want to love my body again. i miss my daily ice skating work outs because that was a damn good work out. my core was so toned and my muscles were so lean. and i don't think i had an ounce of fat on my body. (dear past larissa, don't ever stop ice skating. thanks, future larissa.) seriously. if i could just get a membership to the rink and do that daily, oh man. i'd never leave.


and since you can't just work out and then go eat like crap, we also grocery shopped for the first time in ages last night AND thus begins my month of NO. FAST. FOOD.

currently: exhausted, and loving it.