One hour is all it takes

I went to the gym for an hour tonight. I think I'm in pretty good shape now so it's probably ok if I never go again. The screaming burning pain in my thighs and butt probably indicates that I have reached my peak physical condition. It also probably indicates that I should have a brownie.

Ok, I suppose I can go back tomorrow night. I'll go back and use this crazy machine of death that I could only do for five minutes tonight and that will probably give me nightmares. I hope you're all happy. Then I'll go use the treadmill at the very back of the room so that no one is forced to watch my rather ample behind jiggle back and forth. I hope you're satisfied.

Honestly, it felt pretty good to work it. I didn't totally hate it. I think I'll like it even better once I've bought myself a good swimsuit and added some laps to my work out. Haha, "my workout". Look at me talking like a person who goes to the gym. Which I guess I am. Crazy.

One year ago today I was terrified of a beloved childhood character.
Four years ago today I got a belly.