I have never been athletic.
I was always the kid that would be picked last in gym class. In a zombie movie, I would be the fat girl who would have her intestines pulled through her mouth because she can't outrun decaying corpses (and I'm not talking the fast-zombie-on-crack-28-Days-Later kind, either.)
At the beginning of the year, I swore that I would lose 50 pounds in 2011. At the time, I weighed 182 pounds. Coincidentally, my good friend (and notorious bitch-ass) Gina -- who weighed almost exactly the same as me -- promised herself the exact same thing. We both got our derrières moving and tried to improve...
