I got 99 problems but Mac-N-Cheese ain't one

On Wednesday night I was absolutely determined to go to the gym.  Really get this thing started, because I have a goal and my goal is to lose 10 pounds.  That might not sound like a lot, but when you’re 5 feet tall…it’s a lot.

So I bundled up against the cold, left work and made my way home.  And then I was home.  Inside.  Far away from the cold.  And there was just nothing appealing about leaving the boiling hot steam heat of my nyc apartment to go out into a windy, blistery 20 degree night.  To run on a treadmill.

Instead I discovered something completely mind-blowing: EXERCISE TV ON DEMAND!!  OH HAPPY DAY!

So I selected a Pilates Core Training Class and got right down to it.  And then I even went ahead and did a “Sexy Legs” class.  Because that’s the whole point to all this working out thing is to get myself some seriously sexy legs.  I will admit that more than a few times I thought, "am I really doing anything here?" but I am, in fact, quite sore even two days later.

Or maybe I’m in a lot of pain because I’m incredibly hung over.  

Last night was yet another holiday party with an open bar.  I don’t remember a whole heck of a lot, but what I do remember is that the night ended at a little restaurant called Eatery where I decided that ordering the mac-n-cheese with bacon was the solution to all of my problems.

 

And I am here to report, that yes.  Yes, it was.