Happy birthday to literary icon, Dr. Seuss! For my money no one can match his creativity – even J.K. Rowling. I mean, Dr. Seuss created crazy worlds and made up words, all with a moral lesson and in rhyme. He’s also on my invitation list for my interesting dead people dinner party, but more on that another day. Check out Google’s tribute to the Seuss-man.
He will never be matched. Ever.
On a completely unrelated note, I have to confess something: I am lazy. Really lazy. There is nothing I like more than hanging out at home on the couch watching House or Law and Order, NOT exerting myself. And for a while, just Weight Watchers was enough. But I’ve gotten tired of my belly hanging over my jeans and not wearing shorts when it’s sweltering outside. I’d love to be able to wear skirts and dresses and not worry about my legs. I want to make a change.
Drum roll, please… I think I may join a gym. Really. Pick yourself up off the floor.
I’m just not happy with myself, and I think I want to really try this time. I’ve decided to try for 3-4 days a week and see how it goes – Sunday, Monday, Wednesday and Thursday (can’t on Tuesdays – I have WW). And going before work is out of the question, so don’t even try. Now I’ve reached a quandary – which one? Should I join for a year or pay month-to-month to keep myself from wasting $? Any tips for staying with it? If I can get to the point where I’m comfortable in a swimsuit (notice I said “comfortable,” not “Gisele”), Kell and I are taking a beach trip!