Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?

So, the intention of my post today was to talk about how football and fall weather are bad for my figure. The cold weather makes you want to eat such hearty things, like chili:



which is great for hot dogs;



which goes great with grilling;



which goes hand in hand with football.



And football involves beer, which I love. But as we all know, beer does nothing for our girlish figures.



Why does everything that's good add 10 lbs. to our waist, our thighs, and our ass? This is something I will never understand.

Instead we have to squat,


lunge,


and crunch


into oblivion and still my abs will never look like that.

My Aunt Sean, who is more like my sister than my aunt because there are only 4 years between us, thinks I should petition Jillian and Bob from Biggest Loser to do a show for the common man.



Bobby...Jill...make a show for those folks who only have 20 or 30 lbs. to lose, have a family, a career, and can't take 3 months off work to devote to exercising.

We could call it Bust Your Buns...Bust or Buns...Bust for Buns! Ya, that's the ticket! Bust for Buns! I think there's a double entendre there somewhere.

Anyway, I'm not sure if my post met its original intention or not; in my head, I got off on another tangent involving my love for OSU and Zac Robinson, and somewhere it was lost. And in my tangent-like search for pictures to post on my blog, I came across this one:



Wow. Wow-ee, Wow, Wow.

How 'bout the Cowboys!