I have been going to the gym about 5x/week and eating reasonably healthy since just before Christmas, so that puts me at, what, 3 weeks?  I have a trainer and everything.  And if said trainer greets me again like he did today, “Ready to have fun?”  I will commit an assault.  Brie, you are on notice that you may have to defend me.

Because, you see, nothing about the gym is fun.  Except maybe the sauna.

Things I would rather do than go to the gym – Stay late at work, floss, laundry, anything that isn’t actually painful, but mostly, sit on my butt and read.  Or watch stuff on Netflix, I’m flexible.

I just made a salad for dinner.  With chicken.  And fat-free dressing.  It was better than the one I got at Chick-fil-a last week (because that one had clearly been in the back of the fridge all day), but not nearly as good as a cheeseburger and fries.  All in all, I am very tired of 1) salads with chicken, 2) yogurt, and 3) soup.  Soon to be added to this list: bananas and those little clementine oranges, both of which I am buying in insanely large quantities at Costco.

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