I'm sure most of the people who are reading this have been a treadmill at least once in their lifetime, but has anyone actually fallen off of one?
I have. I'm willing to admit it.
So in my poor attempt to get my lazy butt in shape for the new sport's season, I've been running like a maniac, and eating like Christie Alley on Jenny Craig.
I've been doing push-up, and squats, and jogging, and jogging, and jogging...and you know what I get?
I gained two pounds, and pulled the ligaments in my left shin.
And you know what I found out? Being called skinny is just as frusturating as being called fat. How about healthy? I'm seventeen, and I'm short...I've got no muscle whatsoever, and I eat like a fifty year old man. I know I'm not exactly healthy, but I'm Ember.
And this is how I roll.