I did it, you guys. I went to the gym just like I told BFF I would. I could have stayed home having a pity party with my Aunt Flo and the cramps she brought along with her but I sucked it up and toughed it out. Luckily, the ceiling and walls did not collapse around me as I entered Bally Total Fitness. I can't even remember the last time I was there... definitely February but I don't think since then. I walked a brisk walk on the treadmill, broke a sweat, did some stretches and hightailed it to the market for a basketful of healthy meal items. Time to shit or get off the pot as the old saying goes. Sunshine plus warm weather equals short sleeves and Lord knows I don't want to be caught running around with chicken cutlets where my toned upper arms should be. I've got a bridesmaid dress in my near future and we all know that shit will be sleeveless so it's time to get a jump on the physical fitness. Holler.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Do rather than speak. You'll see results faster that way.
P.S. 26 more days