when i ask my trainer while heaving my lungs out
as i'm curled into the fetal position on the gym floor,
"whatareya trying to kill me?"
he responds with a big ol' grin and, "YEP!"
so on saturday when he checked my body fat percentage and told me
i'm down 4.5% pts since the end of april, he & I were pretty pumped.
after all the grueling hours, this little lady finally has a wee bit of muscle mass.
so i did what seemed right to celebrate.
i bought new workout pants.
happy & colorful ones!
(the neon yellow ones are blinding like a highlighter, but i dig it.)
every time i walk past what seems to be a professional and serious photo shoot,
i am forced to suppress my immature side that is just
dy-ing to run up and give the model bunny ears.
view from the High Line.
i feel like this image should be an illustration inside a children's book.
a walk with the big guy.
well ain't that the truth.
dinner outside at Coffee Shop.
a guy is a keeper who steps out of the apartment and brings you back
a peppermint patty & peanut butter from the bodega.
this has been my favorite dessert since the summer of 1992
and i just don't see it changing. don't knock it til you try it. ;)
i do, i do, i do!
until next time,