So, my whole "swimming" plan? Over before it started. I called, and it's 7 bucks a pop to swim. Which, really isn't all that much singularly, but when added up over 10 days it's 70 bucks and then, BAM, I'm 1/7th of my way to an iPad.
Or, 1/3 of the way to a membership. And, if there's something I hate, it's paying good money for something then not having anything to show for it. So, I should just buy the membership, right?
Well, that would make sense, but then I called my insurance company to see if they offered a discount on gym memberships and they said no and then I was all FORGET THAT, imma just sit on the couch and eat this bag of chips then and let you PAY FOR MY HEART ATTACK INSTEAD.
After I finished my bag of chips, I decided that I needed to do something. Then I remembered that Belle got Just Dance 3 from Santa and LIGHTBULB I had hatched a new plan. I'm not sure if you've seen this post...but Mama likes to dance.
Mama's dancing ability? Nada (unless some vodka is involved), but in the privacy of my own home? BRING IT.
And now my butt hurts. Turns out I actually did work out. I still think swimming would've been the "IT" workout to tone up quickly, but oh well. This'll work too.
Or, at least make me think it worked. (I have this weird mindset that if I work out I suddenly turn into a Victoria's Secret model. Then, I take a shower and I'm all, "What IS this loose skin and mushy abs all about? I JUST WORKED OUT. Hello! SUPERMODEL.")