77 Trow started off the summer fully ready to get rid of that freshman fifteen. We came to the Cape with a skinny mentality, healthy choice soup, manorexia attitudes, and organic vegetables. Diet Soda? That shit is for pussies... try water with lemon 24/7. We posted up our motto, “Nothing Tastes as Good as Skinny Feels” right on the snack cupboard, went on runs and bike rides daily, and would EVEN walk around in our bathing suits to remind ourselves that we weren’t quite there yet. But hope was in the air…WE WERE BEGINNING TO LOOK TONED…until reality of who we really are here at 77 Trow set in. When temperatures began to hit 90 friggin degrees, when we began working double shifts, and when we had the choice of sweating it out at the track… or at the beach, our laziness was always victorious. Before you knew it our skinny slogan was ripped off the snack cupboard, chocolate chips started finding their way into our fruit and granola, work out sessions in the garage turned to full on dance parties, and Meem sent enough chicken and broccoli to feed a third world country. And I’m notttt even gonna get into the late night cookie bakes, the late night Wendy runs, and the late night beer guzzling. Forget about the freshman fifteen…we are working our way to the Summer Sixty.
BUT I don’t mean to completely shit on our efforts here at 77 Trow, we still go on the occasional run, still break out the ten minute Bootylicious Buns video a couple times a week, and still have the occasional salad with low-fat balsamic dressing for dinner. Maybe there IS still hope, but for now we’ve come to terms with the fact that we really aren’t that much of a motivated group of college kids (I mean we invented Who Cares Week for Christ’s sake). But, hey, who’s to blame us? Summer’s just too short to be skinny.
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