I admit it…..

I admit it.  I HATE working out.  Well, that isn’t true exactly, but I hate most forms of weight lifting.  I know, I know, I’m supposed to do it b/c it increases metabolism, builds muscle, builds bone strength, and all of that.  I don’t care if I never do another lunge to biceps curl again.  Ever.  I HATE IT.  I like being strong.  I like being toned.  I hate lunges.  So, what’s a girl to do?  I’ll get back to you on that one.  I really am a cardio girl.  Let me run outside, put me on an elliptical, hell, even a treadmill.  Just don’t make me do lunges.  Actually, there are certain types of weight lifting that I like.  I’ll happily do squats, Romanian dead lifts, bench press, military press…. Maybe it is just lunges?  WTF is with them?  

(me, doing my travel workout on our deck overlooking Positano, Italy last May)

I also admit ….. I am taking some contract work.  Why not?  I could use some organization in my life.  And wedding planning is driving me bat-shit cray cray.  I’ve probably spent 50 hours planning the honeymoon.  OK, let’s be real.  100 hours.  CRAY!