30-Day Challenged

Okay, so last month I BOLDLY issued myself a 30-Day Challenge. That would be to work out, every day, for thirty days.

I want you to know that I DID work out, every day. For 12 days. And then I had to go out of town for a few days. And then I spilled gasoline on my gym shoes. And then I went on vacation. And I think you know where I'm going with this.

Techically, the challenge was not a total failure. My goal was to get back in the habit of dragging my jiggles to the gym every morning before work. And, in fact, I HAVE gone to the gym nearly every work day for the past month. It's those non-work days that tripped me up, and by God, there were a lot more of those than usual.

But I'm a woman of my word. I told you the price of failure would be to post a photo of myself in my new bathing suit. And so, without further adieu, here it is:

WHAT? I never said HOW MUCH of it I had to show, did I?

Oh, shut up.