Benjie, No Dice Joe, and I - and possibly Tits McGee - are going to Hawaii next month for 12 days. It's my first real vacation in several years, and goddamnit, I'm going to enjoy myself. (That means I've already vowed to delete my work email account from my iPhone before we go. Those bitches can fend for themselves for 12 days.)
Since I am the largest lady out of our group, and because I gained 6 lbs during my crazy months of travel in April, May, and June, I decided that desperate times call for desperate measures. So I hauled my fat ass over to Fitness Together - which, side note, is located next to a bakery...how cruel is that? - threw down my AMEX, and told them they had 2 months to whip me into shape.
They responded by charging me a lot of money and putting said fat ass on a diet and a 3x/week schedule.
I've been 4 times so far, and while I don't enjoy it, it's not awful. Plus I think they're all sort of amused by me.
Of course, that could be because I showed up on the Monday morning after Pride sporting two very noticeable hickeys.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
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