Ty comes in a few minutes later, all sweaty from going on a run… not being killed by an ax murderer. He laughed at the fact that someone would come kid-nap a 200 lb man; hey it could totally happen, right?
Anyways he started to talk about how we need to go running more often, and eat healthier (aka I need to stop baking EVERY SINGLE NIGHT) and I totally went into pity-party mode. It’s true the pounds have been creeping on, slowly but surely. But it’s not my fault Ty bought me a kitchenaid for Christmas and I have a new-found love for baking, right? I need to bake steel-oat bran muffins instead of homemade double chocolate chip cookies, but I am lacking in the motivation department right now! I called my sister to discuss my dire dilemma, she suggested I try going to work-out classes at the gym at night, because they more fun than just plain running, and the instructors motivate you. Sounds good to me, now the commitment thing is next. Any ideas people? I really just want to do this every night…
