Muscles, sort of.

I like the word muscles because it is fun to say wrong on purpose.

LOOK AT MY MUSKILS!

This morning I atually worked out a little. I did as many sit-ups as I could handle and then did ten minutes on the gazelle... which was hell on wheels because it is still set to the hardest setting from when Ryan visited. I can't figure out how to change it back. I haven't used it in months, but I am going to start again. Mike DID spend like $300 on it for me. I will ask him to try to lower the resistance for me tonight.

Anywho, I wanted to see if you all would be impressed to see that there are actually some muscles peeking through my fat. I can see two on my calf and one on my thigh. And, of course, more fat than you can shake a stick at.

Please pardon my leggy nakedness.