Eeechwjiehweruiywehchchhhhhh... That is how I feel about the gym. I don't like it. BUT I just saw myself in pictures at a friends wedding and frankly, I look like 10 pounds of sh!t stuffed in a 5-pound bag. Gross. Though the dress is cute, well, on the hanger now, it is time to get rid of the chub. So I am joining the gym this afternoon. At least the gym I go to (we've had a long and checkered past: I used to belong, but then I got a new job out of town so I quit. Then I got my old job back, rejoined, and then I got pregnant and was vomiting seven (yes, SEVEN) times a day so I made my doctor send them a note so I could quit again.) is REALLY nice, and it's all girls, and it smells like the gorgeous spa across the street from my office, so really, I probably won't be talking about it again UNLESS some old naked woman comes over and touches me on the shoulder (NAKED) and (NAKED) says in this ultra-creep voice "You're pretty". Then, I'll have lots to share. Otherwise, no big deal. But I am excited to get rid of my fat-back and start looking like an Olsen twin. Kidding! Except not really what?!
Posted by Kati at 11:14 AM