remember when Mr. REA bought me that month's worth of hot yoga?
well. that lasted exactly one month.
it turns out, i don't actually like to reach body temperatures of over 98 degrees.
or uncontrollably drip sweat from every pore in my body while standing perfectly still.
wasn't really my thing, if you know what i mean.
i've been in a bit of a fitness funk lately.
haven't felt like going to the gym.
haven't felt like going for walks.
haven't felt like in-home-yoga dvds
haven't felt like much at all really.
bummer.
but don't you worry, i snapped out of that grey cloud & i'm back in the game.
i found a sweet little secret pilates-weights-cardio studio a few blocks from my apartment
& man am i in love.
...
but let's be real here.
the only reason i joined this new fancy expensive fitness group is so that when that juicy moment comes & Mr. REA finally proposes i will be in the best shape of my life.
i also plan on jumping up on him and kissing him all over his handsome face and i'd like to do so without shattering any of his vertebrae and/or accidentally killing him.
the instructors are amazing.
and beautiful.
and have perfect bodies.
the clients are basically lulu lemon models.
with perfect hair.
then there's me in my worn out old navy gear sweating my ass off to keep up.
and you gotta love the one pervert guy in the back who's really only there to flirt with the lulu lemons.
i don't have a good closing statement right now. too much protein powder today.
bye.
