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.