The Fat Girl Running

Yup.  That about says it all.  Oh lord and this picture makes me laugh so hard because I know this is what I will look like when this damn boot comes off my foot.  What?  What was that you said?  Oh yeah….ortho doc said I might not be able to run.  Thanks for reminding me.  I am certain that I can commence the running again after starting some physical therapy.  Meanwhile, I shall continue to think I look like the first image even though we know I look like the second.  This no exercising thing is really pissing me off.  I can feel my stoob getting bigger by the minute I swear it.  Might have to break down and hit the Y for some upper body work at least.  Although the couch has taken control of me…that and pintrest.  Holy cow what is it with that damn site?  I can spend hours on there …hours I tell you.  It’s worse than that other time suck facebook.  Sigh.  Such are the things that keep me entertained since I can’t work out.

Christmas shopping has been interesting with this thing on.  Today I actually got yelled at by some guy because I was walking too slow in the parking lot.  Hello!  Broken foot. WTF is wrong with people?  Don’t they know you are supposed to be kind and not a rude asshole?   So I waited till he got out of his big ass truck and yelled at him.  Might not have been the best choice but I was hungry and that can make me slightly irritable.  Ok…it can make me down right pissy.  Pretty sure I scared the crap out of him.  Nothing like a hungry fat girl following you in the parking lot yelling at you.  That would scare me.  I am sure I would run but then again I would never have honked my horn and yelled “Hurry the *expletive* up” out my window to someone in a walking boot trying to make it across a slippery ice filled parking lot without falling on her flass and breaking something else.  Don’t make me hunt you down and kick you with my foot encased in plastic.  Ugh.  Stupid rude people.  Eff you and your big truck that might have come in contact with my key….I will never confess.  Let’s just say, don’t mess with me when I am hungry.  Hunger and a fat girl = one pissed off hungry fat girl.

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I might have run my key down the side of some asshole’s truck but I didn’t die.  I am hungry fat girl pissed off  not running.  The experiment continues…..