Progress

I made it through another workout today. I got there all giddy with excitement until I saw who was there today. Did I mention the gym is at my husband's work? They have a full-service gym inside the building, with a personal trainer that is there full-time. The gym is free to employees and their families. This is why I go...free is a really good price for me. Plus, my husband has been trying to talk me into going. Anywho...I get there and find that it's skinny person day. I guess I didn't get the memo. There they were, all decked out in their fancy workout clothes, dripping sexiness all over the place. I have never seen so many small, well-formed buttocks in the same room at the same time. Of course, I had on an old, completely stretched out t-shirt and some cotton pants with socks that didn't match and my favorite pair of shoes that I refuse to give up but are more full of holes than a wheel of Swiss cheese. Ah well...such is life. The trainer greeted me and then informed me that she wanted me to do 30 minutes straight on the elliptical machine today. I nearly fainted. I did it though. Again, I left feeling higher than Amy Winehouse after a weekend-long party.

I think there is something wrong with my scale...it says I have dropped a few libbies. Could it be? Hmmmm, we will find out.

Okay, my bed is calling to me. All this working out is making me tired. It's my birthday tomorrow; I will be 39. I know...it's an exciting age. Maybe I should request rice cakes instead of cake-cake. Probably not.