I just did something today for the very first time. How often can I say that?

Never before have I taken a fitness class. Well the other day the super-cute fitness instructor — Lori is her name — she left a little notice on my desk. “You’re invited,” it said. And it had my name on it, so how could I say no?

Oh my god, I can barely move now. It’s not meant to be a terribly advanced workout, but it’s thirty minutes of abs and glutes — muscles I am barely familiar with, let alone accustomed to “working” in any way. On myself, I mean. That’s a joke. Go ahead and LOL. :)

Anyway, I’m thrilled that I’ll have something new to throw into the mix as I work toward getting these next fifty pounds off. I say “next” because I don’t really intend to stop there. Ideally there is another ten beyond that, and even thought they seem really beyond reach, I know they’re there and they deserve to get the heck out off of me.

I told Lori I’ll be back for the next class — it’s twice a week — and I will. I can feel the pounds melting off already. OK, who am I kidding? I can’t feel much of anything right now! :)