it's swimsuit season, bitches...

due to a much-appreciated high metabolism, i've never really been one to frequent the gym... weights, crunches, treadmills and exercise bikes are not foreign to me, but they've never become my favourite pieces of equipment... "work out" just never really made it into my vocabulary -- unless it was as a joke, in that i don't understand what it means... i prefer romping around in flats or kitten-heeled shoes, or riding the escalator in a shopping mall while toting heavy goods in various embellished bags...

alas, there have been a few instances in life when i've decided that maybe working out could become a regular effort... i've taken free trips to the gym after hours when rachie worked at bally's... i've toughed it out through a yoga class that often made me curse and burn with pain while attempting to channel soothing energy in a downward facing dog position... i've even made that pact with myself that i'll run each morning, even if just around the block -- that always lasted about a week until employment kicked in and evenings filled with socializing...

so this morning i started another one of those pacts... i took advantage of an early rise and the gym in my mother's building... 25 minutes on the treadmill both running and walking, 15 minutes on the exercise bike at an intermediate level, 20 minutes on various weight machines and 5 sets of 20 crunches while catching up on tom crazy/cruise on regis and kelly... aaahhhhhh... i feel invigorated, energized and refreshed...

plus, last night when offered a second delish brownie from my mom, i declined and had a glass of water instead... what's happening to me? it must have something to do with when i delicately placed my chocolate brown BCBG bikini into my drawer the other day while unpacking...