Time to meet the Beast

I’ve told myself time and time again, “Just do it.” Get up and go. Run, jump rope, row. ANYTHING! I have the time, right? Other people have time… Other people with kids can do it. I must be doing something wrong. Finding too many excuses. Everyone I know continuously post progress updates on their health wins and here I am sucking at it. Here’s my problem:

I’m skinny.

At least that’s what everyone thinks. I’ve always said, “I’m one of the fat skinny ones.” You see, I’m not actually skinny at all. All my parts jiggle. A lot. People mistake my inherited short stature, ultra-petite FRAME for skinny-ness. It’s in the genes. But my¬† Continue reading