Seven deadly sins. I commit them ALL the time and I have not died, nor have I ever killed anyone. I don’t think they are really all that deadly. Maybe they were at one tme..who knows? These days, I think they are just kind of quaint.
I admit that I have been guilty of envy. Not Kevin Spacey in Seven envy, but envy nonetheless.
WHAT’S IN THE BOX?
Okay, since we’re talking about Seven. It took FIVE tries to watch that fucking movie. That movie disturbed the SHIT out of me. I couldn’t get past the guy in the bed with all the air fresheners hanging everywhere. Damn.
I’m sure SOMEONE out there never commits the sin of envy, but I’d be willing to bet they’re lying. We all have moments of envy.
What makes you envious?
Shoot. I get envious over a lot of things, but since this blog is, in the loosest sort of way, about weight loss, I will discuss my envy of all you fit bitches out there.
I will be the first to admit, I am an ass watcher. Male, female, makes no difference to me. I look at all asses. If you know me in real life and I have walked behind you, I can promise you..I looked at your ass. When I see a girl who has a nice shapely ass in a pair of jeans I experience envy. I want that ass.
Okay…that sounded wrong. I don’t mean I want THAT ass. I mean, I want my ass to look just as good.
So, what do we do with our envy?
Well, FAR too often, we girls tend to lash out at those women we envy. I’m not talking about any of you..of course not YOU..it’s those other girls.
Did you SEE Lucy Ann? Those jeans are PAINTED on. She looks like a whore. I’m sorry, I’m just stating the obvious. She. Looks. Like. A. Whore.
And all the while, these same women have muffin top bursting out all over the top of their mom jeans.
Maybe we should stop doing that shit. Maybe we should look at Lucy Ann (And we all have a Lucy Ann, don’t we?) and we should admit to ourselves that there are a few truths to face up to.
There’s a good chance Lucy Ann works her ass off. Perhaps when she gets stressed out, she doesn’t eat oreos like they are coming out of a pez dispenser. Maybe she makes working out a priority instead of something she promises herself she’ll make time for and then spends night after night flipping through Netflix.
Or perhaps she’s one of those lucky people with a killer metabolism and doesn’t have to do much at all to maintain her ass.
The fact is..if you’re like me and you have some ass to lose, feeling envy doesn’t burn all that many calories and I’m no expert, but I am nearly POSITIVE it doesn’t build muscle.
I think envy is going to happen. We’re going to feel envy.
What matters is what we are going to do with our envy. Are we going to be snotty bitches and trash women whose ass we secretly covet?
Or are we going to make our own ass enviable?