I recently made the decision to start working out again. There really are no words to express how happy I am to be "back in the gym" so why don't I just go ahead and show you a picture I took last night as I was getting ready to leave to go torture myself on the elliptical machine.

(No, you're not imagining it. I really am that beautiful. )
I hate going because I am a total trainwreck at the gym these days. (Thank you, Hashimotos.) My legs have actually given out on me while on the elliptical, I start wheezing after 10 minutes, I have to continually check my heart rate (because I'm not supposed to let it get over 150). It's embarrassing, man. And yet, I soldier on because I know that it's crucial for both my physical and mental health.
I don't have high expectations of losing 70 pounds like I did before. My motivation is purely to improve my health so that sometime in the near future I'll stop feeling like I'm half dead and maybe have the energy to give my husband an unexpected blow job again! And if I'm lucky? I'll drop a pound or two.
In other news...
Next Wednesday I will be boarding a plane at 7 in the morning and making my way to New Jersey and then, New York City. My mouth literally waters when I think of all of the fun that I am going to have seeing old friends again, (and possibly, hopefully, meeting new ones) I could come up with a list as long as my tittays hang of reasons NOT to go (OMG! I need FIVE DIFFERENT OUTFITS!?!) but the benefit of being surrounded by friends in a city that I love outweighs every single one of the excuses I can come up with to not go.
(Did that make any sense? The Hash is RAGING today and I am having trouble thinking straight. Or maybe it's not The Hash at all, but the effing smoothie I have been trying to drink since breakfast messing with my brain because who knew a pound of fruit could taste like something that comes out of ones ass?)
A pound of fruit? MORE LIKE A POUND OF JUICY FART, MAN. No, seriously, it actually tastes like a fart and I'm kind of pissed off that I spent $10 on 4 bottles of that crap.








You are a total star! I walk into town and back and have to nap for 3 hours to get over it! I know you will have fun in NY....I am flying to Boston in June to meet up with all my online friends....what would we do without the wimmins?