you just need to be you

It is time.

Those wise words from Rafiki (of Lion King fame, obvi) are not only applicable to finding Simba and returning him to his rightful throne (is it a throne if you’re a lion?) but also to my semi-lifelong (adult life that is) battle with weight and fitness. 

Eh?

In other words - “it is time” to get my ass in gear, and shed the weight or at the very least build the muscle I’ve been saying I would since I was 18. Why? Why NOT?

Damnit if not now then WHEN. 

I’m a firm believer in curvspiration - Shakira’s hips don’t lie, and neither do mine.  I’m never going to have the body of a 12-year-old boy, and I don’t WANT to.  I want to be a bombshell babe, hourglass figure head to toe (or… knees to neck?) and that’s what I’m working towards. I pretty much eat what I want, which is almost entirely chicken, pasta, veggies (not salad) and way too much fruit, topped with some mint chocolate chip ice cream. I am on Weight Watchers, though, so I eat them all in limited quantities.

Yum.

I will post workouts and stories, tips or questions for the general tumblrsphere (is that a word?). Go to my stats page for more numerical stuff, or just browse if you’re here for fun! For now that’s all, but I’m sure I’m forgetting something.  Like - oh hi!  I’m MA.  I live in DC.  I like it.  I also like you.  YAY!