My Little Rant About Counting Calories

My little rant about counting calories

There are things I don’t understand. One of them is counting calories. So much so that I typed up a rant about it on my phone.

The house could’ve burst into flames, but I wouldn’t have noticed. As I typed, everything turned red. My fingers grew tense.

My eye twitched.

Here’s what I wrote.

Advertisements

Starting My Workout Routine

Starting my workout routine, fitness, health, humor, life

I’m afraid I will have to begin this blog with a prayer of forgiveness.

Dear God, please forgive me for not being a better christian. For not loving you enough to want to see you sooner. I SHOULD eat chocolate cake and fried chicken so that I can begin my eternity with you in heaven WAY before I turn fifty. I apologize, God. 

In Jesus’ name. Amen. 

First, I hope you know that entire prayer was a joke. Second, yes, it has happened. I’m actually going to exercise.

Skinny Girls Have It Hard

Skinny Girls

I have a feeling you were brought here by the title of this post. In fact, the title of this post may have even warranted a scoff, or rolling of the eyes, or a little of both with some added lip fluppering.

Skinny girls have it hard? What a load of baloney. Skinny girls get the guys and high paying careers and clothes.

That’s what you might be thinking.

But not me. I’m here to tell it to you from a different angle.