Yes, I've managed to maintain my enthusiasm for exercise since Monday's ah-ha! moment. And no, that isn't my arm.I've only worked out at the health club twice this week. But instead of simply vegging when I get home, I now work out a bit on my thigh trainer*, usually during commercials. I do tummy twists or arm rotations every now and again, too. While I don't think these efforts entitle me to move my exercycle (at right), they do make me feel better in my head and in heart. I am doing something. I am taking control. Maybe I won't die a fat pigeon with no sex life after all.
*I have a very dirty mind and I'm rather sex obsessed these days, so please don't ask what I'm training my thighs to do.
Hahaha! Those thigh exercises always look sexual regardless of how innocent the intent - no worries!
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