Conclusions

I've reached the conclusion that I was meant to be fluffy. You know what I mean. I don't have rock hard abs (damnit) and I'm not so big that you'd think there's two of me if you were walking behind me. I've got a fluffy belly. That to me looks icky.

Pat doesn't care.

And neither do the oreos and brownies I LOVE SO MUCH. You know, and the cake and the lasagna, and the spaghetti and pizza and all that crap.

I love it. I won't deny it. I also love pilates.

But not more than brownies.

I'd kill for brownies. but I'll let you take my pilates workout vid and the ginormous rubber band that goes with it. hell, I might even toss in the yoga vid that irritates me :P