As soon as I start bragging about how often I've been to the gym in the last two weeks, I stop going.
I do have an excuse. I've had the plague for the last few days. I think its small pox.
Actually, I have a really bad cold, which kept me out of work and out of the gym for the last few days. Trust me - no one wants the cold I've got going. It is not cute at all.
So, I'm still getting over a cold and missing the gym a little.
Crazy, right?
This just in - your friendly, neighborhood "pleasantly plump" blogger has knees!
Before I started toning up, my legs were all thigh - a landscape of cottage cheese-like cellulite with dimples that ended down somewhere near my ankles.
However, when I was sitting on the couch this weekend, I noticed my knees had come back! They'd been hidden, you see, under the chub that had taken over the lower part of my legs.
Now, that I'm working toward being toned and buff (Hello, Arnold!), you can now tell that I do, in fact, have knees, and my thighs are shaping up, too.
Do you hear me, dear readers? My legs no longer look like fleshy, brown treetrunks!
This is great news. I need to celebrate. I believe some shoe shopping is in order.
I made it to the gym three times this week for cycling class.
It was no easy feat, my friends.
My legs may feel like jelly (and they still jiggle like jam), but I feel good. I think I like this cycling thing.
Now, if only I could say no to the lure of sweets, we might be in business.
So far, no pounds off, but I'm not going to be discouraged. The weight thing is going good.
So far, I've been to the gym twice this week. That is not an easy feat with my schedule.
If I go on Friday, that will be two weeks that I've made it to the gym three times.
I'm going to make it.
I'm bad.
Go Michele, get yo' workout on, Go Michele get yo' workout on. . .
So, besides eating, or buying myself a pair of new shoes, how should I celebrate being back on the gym wagon?
Yeah, I used bouncing breasts in the headline - what of it?
So, I was searching the wires last night, looking for something to post on my blog. Between my cat, my family and my glasses, you guys have heard more than enough about me lately.
I wanted to find something cool, and that was actually related to the topics my blog is about, for a post.
The Gods of journalism smiled down on me, and not only gave me something, but also gave me something that involves bouncing breasts.
There's no way I could pass this one up. Also, it has some interesting information on what happens to breasts when women work out.
What do you do to keep the twins confined while working out?
We had another instructor from the hot place tonight forour spinning class.
Jen and I believe this woman was trying to kill us.
From the panting and heavy breathing I heard from those on the bikes around us, I think the other riders were probably all feeling the pain, too.
