I have been feeling quite pleased with myself as regards the gym, which is to say that sometimes I actually go there. If nothing else, it gives me the chance to do an anthropological study of the locker room.
Here's what it isn't: sexy. Here's what it is: fascinating.
Really, it's a dissertation just waiting to be written.
Oh. I am also exercising. For real. I smell like chlorine, so I can prove it. Just now, feeling quite smug about my new fitness-forward self, I looked at the gym's online attendance tracker. In July, apparently, I went 5 times. Five. In a month.
Oh.
Oops.
On the bright side, it also says I've been 4 times in August and it's only the 9th. There may yet be hope for me.
Fortunately, there is no tracker for how many episodes of Mad Men I've watched in a week.
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