February. The third. Already.
I was good. Emphasis on the WAS. I went to the gym 3/times a week for 2 weeks straight. IN A ROW, PEOPLE! 2 WEEKS.
I even dragged an innocent along with me. THAT was fun. Poor C hadn't "jogged" ever-and she thought I was going gangbusters! ME. Gangbusters. BRUHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Fooled her.
Going to Montreal to see my peeps for a week. Gonna eat Mama's cooking-and every other living relative will show me how much they love me by having me over for dinner. Hmph. Cannot wait. No, seriously, I cannot wait.
Funniest thing. My 80 year old mother has started swimming and doing 1 hours worth of exercise every morning in her condominiums "gym" and "pool" area. "Bring your bathing suit!" says she. "We can go together every morning, won't that be fun?" Yeah, like me bringing the bathing suit and wearing it out in publics gonna happen. NOT. I think it will conveniently be forgotten. Oh darn.
Now, why didn't I inherit Moms discipline gene instead of my Nonna's big boobs and love of food one?????? Not fair.
I am planning to go to the gym tonight.
After I eat the custard-filled cream puff my boss just brought in for me.
Some things just never change...........
Au revoir, a bientot!