I made it to the gym today. Whoohooo! Is it sad that I am completely proud of myself when I go to the gym? Like probably wouldn't be prouder if I won a Nobel Prize, got a Ph.D, etc?
Of course my gym routine takes 30 minutes and I rarely (and by rarely I mean never) do anything other than that 30 minute set. It's one of those womens gyms like a Curves.
The only reason I went today:
Um, I didn't work.
I had a Frosty Float at Wendy's (FYI delic).
And I thought I might want a cookie later.
Hmmm....I wonder why I can't lose weight...any thoughts?
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