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My Father’s Ass

January 13, 2011

Care to sit with that imagery a minute? I didn’t think so.

I have my great grandmother’s hair. My hands look just like my grandmother’s. And, unfortunately, I inherited my father’s ass.

It’s not nice to think about. It’s less pleasant to gaze out. OK, it’s not really as bad as my dad’s bottom. But I inherited his weight problems, and that is my biggest motivator for exercising consistently and trying to keep my weight under control, which I do regularly with varying degrees of success.

I was thinking about this after reading Mighty Girl’s post about getting her health in order with exercise.

Big Ass


I commented about what I realize now is my second motivator: I’m cheap. If I find an exercise program or place I like that has value for the money, I’ll pay and go. If I’m feeling tired or lazy in the morning and considering skipping out on my prepaid bootcamp, I’ll feel a pang of guilt at throwing away money and drag my sorry ass out of bed. It’s a convoluted system, but it works for me. Motivated by money and my father’s ass.

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  1. Robin permalink
    January 14, 2011 08:42

    Your hands look like Grandma’s? I never noticed the connection. Money motivates me too and now that we finally cleaned out the basement (you won’t believe it), I’ll have room to do exercise videos too. Yeah!

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    • January 14, 2011 13:09

      Yes, as I got older, grandma liked to hold our hands together to compare our long fingers and biggish knuckles. My hands are one part of my body about which I generally have no complaints. 🙂

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  2. January 14, 2011 18:12

    Is that like having Betty Davis eyes?

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