The moment I realized I can’t count.
9/09/2007I’m a skinny girl, have been my whole life. But because the last few semesters my classes have all been in one building I no longer get my cardio of walking across campus to get from class to class. This has lead me to gain some weight, which I wouldn’t mind except it’s always in the same 2 places. Breast and belly. Now, the breast I don’t mind, but the belly, I could do without.
In my effort to not become a skinny fat girl, you know… a skinny girl with a fat belly, I’ve started doing some exercises. Of course, it’s nothing that requires me to leave the presence of my television, but something is better than nothing. Right? Right.
So, for the last week or so, my exercise routine has consisted of crunches and leg lifts. I’ll do 50 crunches, then 100 leg lifts each, and then another 50 crunches. While doing my leg lifts I’ve discovered that I can not count. 24 years old and I can not count. Each and every single time while counting I jump from 89 to 100. Every single time.
I guess it’s time for me to revisit the 3rd grade.
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