This morning I went to the gym...
and before you high-five me and say something like "good for you!!" (because thats what we women do, we congratulate each other on working out) I should probably say that I haven't been to the gym in a really long time AND I ate 3 cookies today. So..thats that.
I have a love/hate relationship with the gym..mostly hate, but I DO always feel better after I have gone and I'm not constantly thinking about it the rest of the day.
I wish I was one of those people that actually enjoyed it.
I enjoy exercising when its hidden and I don't realize I'm doing it. Like dancing.
Dancing is SUCH a workout and I love dancing. I should dance.
ANYWAY, after my hour was up I started for the EXIT. Walking infront of me was an old man who just finished his workout as well. As soon as he opened the door and stepped out of the gym he started whistling.
I smiled...I felt like whistling too.
I got 10 bucks that says he wasn't whistling on the way into the gym.