SKINNY KID SYNDRONE

I was always a skinny kid growing up and I had a barrage of nicknames... Beanpole, Stick, Whip!

As a kid, I was tall for my age and I could run fast.  I think sometimes being able to run fast is mandatory when you have two older brothers as I did.

In public school I played soccer and skated in my older brothers skates.  In middle school I played volleyball, and I loved sprinting, high hurdles, and long jump.  Later, in high school I ran track for a bit and used to row our around in our old aluminum fishing boat at the cottage for hours.

It wasn't until I started college at seventeen that it finally dawned on me just how scrawny I was.  And that, I didn't like it.  So I took up lifting weights -- not like serious body building -- I just wanted to build some muscle and in my mind at the time -- look normal!

Well, blast forward and as the years pass I go through a series of full on intensive get-in-shape regimens, not unlike this one, and get in shape.  I'm talking about commitments that lasted well over a year where I worked out four to six hours a week.  It worked for me -- whenever my weight started to rise I would put my brakes on and pay attention.

But then a few more years passed and imagine my dilemma when one day after a few months of raw denial, stretchy skinny jeans (yeah go figure) and a heaping pile of excuses, the skinny kid in me noticed that she was fraying the thigh and crotchal area of her "skinny pants."

In absolute horror I screamed,"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Can this happen to a skinny kid?  It just seems so wrong!!!

Thus I am on the No Excuses get-in-shape plan now!  Am I motivated?  I'm a-frayed so!

When do you put your brakes on?  You know, that point when you  think... Woooooooo... It's time!