exercise that is.
i love to hate it. in fact, i love to loathe it. let me explain. i love to be active. hiking, biking, going for walks… it’s all copacetic on this end. but exercising, i’m talking the pop on a treadmill for
an hour 45 minutes, lifting weights in front of a mirror kind of exercise, h-to-the-ell no.
but i do realize since i have yet to find a plastic surgeon willing to work for cupcakes that in order to love the way i feel, i need to sometimes do this thing i hate, because the hiking and biking fun with the hubsters can’t always happen, much to my dismay.
not-so fresh from the gym, i write this post. kind of sweaty, a little smelly (sorry guy next to me) and more than anything, absolutely over the moon that it’s over. that i did it, and that on this, the eighth day of august, two thousand and eleven, i faced my arch nemesis, the treadmill, and emerged victorious.
good mondays to you all!