I've decided I'm not taking this winter/travel bulge lying down, sideways, or upside any longer! It has gotten completely out of control.
That being said, I know you expats are rooting for me to enjoy my time here, including indulging in everything we people abroad miss. And you know what, if this were a subject in High School, I'd be the freaking' Valedictorian! Not exaggerating. I look as if I'm 4 months along with my 4th child. And for your information, I am not. My Mother insists that it's impossible to gain weight so quickly and I must be ovulating in a freakish manner or something.
Have I mentioned I love my Mother?
Well, sadly, no 4 ovaries or anything in this body. It comes down to consuming about 10,000 calories, 8,000 of which being fat and sugar, each day. Combine this with lowering my calorie expenditure from... let's just say a lot to just about nothing. Only so much you can burn hiding out from the cold.
I decided I needed to balance things out a bit. That's when I found my Dad's old jump rope. I used to be on the jump rope team in High school. Wait, did I just write that out loud? Well, it's true. I was obviously that popular.
Anyway, I'm going to start jumping rope! Actually, I already did. My parents have an unfinished, yet still heated, basement that we have been using as our "outdoor" facility. Two days ago I started to jump rope in the evenings.
I lasted 10 minutes the first day.
I was too sore the second day.
I lasted 15 minutes the third day.
I'm really out of shape!
But I figure, slow and steady win the race in the child's book section, why not in the fat burning one? Oh, and I forgot to mention the walking lunges. Yeah baby, this girl is going to have a firm, flat American ass when I get back to Rio. And we all know they go super well with muffin tops.
Watch out popular girls, I'll be back to 3rd string understudy shape before you know it!
