I actually got up early this morning and went jogging.
I made it one whole lap around our apartment complex before wanting to throw up like a fat kid stuffed with popcorn in a horror movie. It sucks being this out of shape. I hate it.
WHICH means I get my ass up again tomorrow. And do it again. And maybe puke again.
It’s bikini season, though, and my ass hanging out of a thong is nasty. I’ve got to firm up!