I’m making some changes.  The first one being, I am going to the gym five days a week.  If you know me, you know I hate working out.  More specifically I hate running.  I used to love to run.  But now I hate it and there is no amount of anything that will make me enjoy it.  It is a chore.  The worst chore EVER in the history of chores.  But I’m doing it.  Why?  Because my dumbass thought it’s be a super fantastic idea to sign up for a race in March.  I have no idea where I come up with these things and I really should remind myself that I LOATHE RUNNING when I up and decide it’s a good idea to run a fucking race.

Because I’m running a fucking race I’ve thought that maybe I should just go ahead and start a fitness routine, because I’m full of bright ideas lately.  Part of that fitness routine is to take up spin.  Why?  Because I’m a glutton for punishment, obviously.  I took my very first spin class on Saturday…and it was an hour of torture.  Since then my sits bones have done nothing but be a pain in my ass.  Not figuratively.  Within the first ten minutes of the class I was silently cursing myself and wishing I had never agreed to do this.  For it was apparent that I am wholly out of shape.

But I’m going to keep up with this whole fitness mess.  Why?  Because I want to tone up, I want to be physically fit…and I want to be around for a long, long time for my daughter.