BF has come home and now there is no way around not working out. Meaning, I gotta get my arse to the gym every night. Thankfully he just got home on Friday/Saturday night/morning. So we didn’t work out on Saturday because we were visiting with old friends. But we did on Sunday. My muscles have taken way to long of a break from the big E because they and my feet were killing me within minutes. I struggled and kept on the treadmill for 45 long minutes. It seemed really long because all that was on the TVs was news, sports or Whitney Houston.
Since I really want to entertain myself at the gym, the TV is the way to go, but the news was a big yawn fest talking about Whitney – boring. I’m not and wasn’t a Whitney fan. She was an okay singer, but she was also a crack head diva. (Sorry for any of you that I just offended, but this is MY blog site.)
And sports will put me to sleep. So I got stuck watching the clock instead. Well today, I think I’ll be able to watch Law & Order. Dum Dum! That will hopefully get the time to fly by.
Then maybe I won’t feel guilty when BF and I go out to eat our VDay dinner.
