There are about eighty-seven other things I should be doing right now. Instead, I'm snuggled on the couch watching Phineas and Ferb and surfing Pinterest for more craft projects to start and then never finish.
I tried working out last night and now my butt is sore. That's pathetic, isn't it? And probably more than you wanted to know. But John and I are planning to go on a cruise for our honeymoon-iversary and I don't want to be self-conscious of anything other than my Idaho-induced transparent skin. So I downloaded a demo version of some exercise games and finally tried them out. I discovered that Zumba and I are not meant for each other... [[I mean, stepping and punching and kicking and turning and shakin' my booty all at the same time? Let's just say things got a little ugly.]] But the Your Shape: Fitness Evolved game looks promising. Or, the dance moves seemed a lot easier for my rhythm-challenged body to figure out. And it has jump rope. I can totally jump rope, no problem.
It still counts as exercise if I stay in my pajamas and barely move a foot away from my couch, right?!
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