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The Party PrincessesSince moving to New York City three years ago, I have found
exercising and eating right to be a nearly impossible task. Now
25-years-old, I find my dinners usually consisting of the
oh-so-reliable cheap piece of pizza. As for working out, it has
been low on my list of priorities, whereas socializing, aka happy
hour, takes precedence. Believe it or not, exercising used to be
the story of my life. I was a competitive athlete who played soccer
throughout high school and during two years of college. I worked
out no less than six days a week and it showed. My athleticism kept
my body in good shape until five years ago, when I decided to let
my body take a little vacation from the physical stress it endured
while playing sports.
That "vacation" turned into full-on retirement. The will to work out is gone, but I've also developed bad habits like smoking and the inability to fall asleep at a decent hour. Sitting in a chair eight hours a day as a legal assistant certainly doesn't motivate me to be active, nor does the fact that running on New York City streets is more of a hassle than exercise itself. Or perhaps it's that I'm really, really good at making convincing excuses. Well, that's all about to change. I'm taking the challenge with my younger sister Natalie who shares a cramped bedroom with me in a three-bedroom apartment. While we have all the fun in the world together, neither of us makes a good "gym partner." We enjoy the (all too) occasional beer and the late night page 1 of 2 | Next Page
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