Embracing my big booty!

Oddly enough, my nickname in college was "Big Booty." Seriously... I think at the time it came about more because I was able to joke about the size of my butt and not necessarily because it was huge, but that's besides the point. Maybe I will change my signature below to say "Big Booty" instead of "Kelsalynn."

Another blogger posted a bunch of old Nike ads and this one really hit home with me-

"My butt is big

And round like the letter C

And ten thousand lunges

Have made it rounder

But not smaller

And that's just fine.

It's a space heater

For my side of the bed

It's my ambassador

To those who walk behind me

It's a border collie

That herds skinny women

Away from the best deals

At clothing sales.

My butt is big

And that's just fine

And those who might scorn it

Are invited to kiss it.

Just do it."

I just love this ad! Nike got it right! 

I have a gangsta booty but I am going to embrace it. I told Michael that for my birthday I wanted some short shorts to workout in and he delivered! I posted tonight on Twitter that I was wearing them to the gym and my girlfriend requested pictures. So, here it is---

Me stretching my calves in my short shorts.

And yes, that's definitely cellulite you see but screw it... if I didn't workout and if I didn't eat healthy, the ass you see above would be a helluva lot bigger. It's far from perfect but I refuse to think "destructive" thoughts about it... it's MY ass and I'm going to embrace it.

Is there a part of your body that you need to embrace?

Tonight's workout was a bi-otch:
3 rounds
35 double unders
15 2-fer-1 wallballs

"2-fer-1 wallball" means you squat, on your way up, throw the ball up... normally you catch it and go into a squat but with the 2-fers, you do ANOTHER squat before you catch the ball.

I swear, this is the worst workout for uncoordinated folk like myself. Double unders? I've gotten much better from the time when I couldn't even do one, but I still suck at them. And those stupid 2-fers? I could not do 2 consecutively, couldn't do it. I'd do one, catch the ball, stop, do another one.

The worst part about tonight's workout (besides illustrating my lack of coordination to everyone at the gym), the fricken exercise balls at the gym are soooo hard. They're rock solid. My palms are so bruised from catching the ball, I came home and iced them.

My time = 15:20 of pure hell : )