Ouch. Ow! Wait, no, OUCH!!!
Yes, that's me today. My personal trainer (aka: Satan) worked me out. Now, I can't get myself into a sitting position without assistance. I can't bend down to pick up the dirty socks. And I can't even THINK about lifting my arms over my head.
See, I'm not a worker-outer. I'm soft. Weak. And very happy with that. But for Operation:Supermodel, I must get in shape by August. "We must, we must, we must decrease that bust!"
So today, I'm done. Hiding out. Whining about getting tough and pushing though the pain. But if you see in me in LA this summer, you'd better have a candy bar, cuz I'll frisk for it!
Have a great day!