When inspiration punches

    Ok, so today I have lots I want to talk about, but will only focus on a few things. Number 1 being about my time at the gym... First, let me say that coming from South Florida where people are much more body concious than here, I expected SoFlo's (south floridians, please keep up) to be more hardcore in working out. I was wrong, so wrong. The SoCar's( figure it out yourself) are super hardcore. So hardcore, that I'm tired of watching the 60 year old lift more weight than I do. These women in aerobics classes (and sometimes men) don't play around! And I was trying to keep up. Trying the key word. Which means that I probably won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow. Number 2, also inspired by a gymisode: I want to be Latina in my next life. Ok, I totally believe in Jesus and Heaven and I know that there is no such thing as reincarnation, but I'm just saying if there was... I put in my request early. What I've noticed about some Latina women is that they can come into the gym wearing sexy workout outfits (really, they make workout tops with holes there? Isn't it supposed to be holding something up?) and still get the job done! And even if I start out looking at their outfits with disdain, by the end of the class, I'm envying them and want to be one because they exude such confidence. And don't let a Latina speak to me like a lady did today. In her very awesome foreign accent, she made sure I had the right amount of weight and was settled into class. And then she proceeded to lift more weight than her frame should be able to handle. And I thought, super confident, stronger, and a cool accent?... Yep, I'm gonna be Latina next time.

And lastly, because I believe I should be rewarded for my gym efforts, I baked a chocolate chip bread, muffin thing. I'm sure I can eat most of it because it's made with applesauce and egg substitute instead of oil and the real thing, right? Oh, and I didn't have the right kind of pan. But who needed it? Ha!