Shhhhh! Don't tell anyone...

Frank and I are going back to 24-hour Fitness to reclaim our trimmer, slimmer, healthier bodies.

 

We are going on a "scouting" expedition tonight to watch the cycling class.

 

This is definitely my idea of working out:

 

Drive somewhere,

hunt for a place to park,

go into a fitness center and

break a sweat just watching other people work out.

 

Yep! I like this regimen already.

 

In all lackluster seriousness...Frank works with a guy who used to be a fitness trainer.

The used to be part is a tad bothersome to me.

Why did he quit?

Did he work his clients to death?

Wasn't he any good?

 

If he laughs at me and calls me a whale of a woman...I'm going to rip off Frank's left arm and beat the trainer with it.  That's reasonable, don't you think?  Frank's right-handed.  At least I'm leaving him his good arm.

 

I am DEFINITELY in a strange mood today.

 

Oh!  And, I get to bring a pliable (fabric) tape measurer tonight.

 

Cannot POSSIBLY imagine what that is for...

 

Like I REALLY want to know the circumfrance of my fat.

 

I think I should go to the cafeteria for a double chocolate chip macadamian nut super huge cookie.

 

Don't judge me:  I need my strength for the strenuous watching I'm going to do in about 2 hours & 45 minutes from now.