Instead of going to the gym I’m blogging about exercise because typing totally counts as a work out. I have long, slim fingers to prove it.
That title is only partly a lie. I also have short, sausage looking fingers. It all depends on the angle.
My body is doing some sorty of crazy Al Gore shit. I’m plumping up for the winter just like he does, only I didn’t mean to. He gets all Santa fat-like to save on heating costs. My fat was a total accident. It just sorta snuck up on me. My fat cells are total bitches like that.
With that said, I gotta find a new gym–one that doesn’t have an Arctic Circle within a twenty mile radius. Those pumpkin pie shakes will be the death of me. Until I find a new gym I decided the park is the best place for me. Not only is it a total pumpkin pie free zone, but maybe seeing skinny fit chicks will encourage me.
I put my workout clothes on and was just about to leave the house when I had the most brilliant idea ever: WHAT if someone made a pumpkin pie flavored protein shake? That would solve everything.
I turned around and ran to my computer. Google paved the way to heaven. I was so happy that I spent the next hour researching which protein powders have the lowest sugar. I’m all over this health shit.
BUT I was so tired from my research I decided to take a nap instead of going to the gym. It’s no wonder my jeans are tight.