My long time, very good friend Andrew is ridiculously hot, in shape and convincing.
He's on my ass all the time about my fitness. (In a very nice, super good friend, non-asshole way.)
Maybe it's because he knew me when I looked like this (Me/Andrew below):
He convinced me yesterday that I should be working out in the mornings 30 minutes 6 days a week and I somehow agreed to this. Well, today is the first day, and I woke up just in enough time to check e-mail, write this up real quick while eating my yogurt and head out the door.
I just hate exercise, and I hate it too much to do it right when I wake up. And I wake up with barely enough time to go do the shit I need to do for the day.
Argh. Well, Andrew... I'm gonna go move a couch and a bunch of tubs of stuff, and clean for about three hours. Does that count? ;)
And Andrew, don't you know that back in the Jenn-hot-days, I didn't work out at ALL? I was just super strict with my diet. (shrinks back and waits for lecture.)
Oh, by the way. Today I saw 210.4. Down 4 pounds in two days. Bye-bye water weight.
I want to lose a freakin' pound a day until I go home in August. HA!