…but I recently had two “Are you kidding me?” moments. One was today. I usually keep a close eye on the forecast, but for some reason this week, I just haven’t. John’ll tell you I prefer to trust weather.com than my own arm stuck out the front door. I didn’t do either of those things today. I just left the house to go to the store in shorts, a t-shirt, and flip-flops. It was 60 degrees out, overcast, and breezy. I was a little chilly. In my defense, it was 80 yesterday and it isn’t fall yet… But a guy at Wegmans still totally made fun of me.
My other moment was last weekend, and it was more of the “oh, that really DOES make a difference” kind. I was helping John unload the IKEA boxes from the car on Saturday, and I usually have a really hard time wrestling with the bookshelf boxes. Those things are heavy, and in the past, I’ve nearly dropped them on the way into the house because I just couldn’t hold my end up anymore. Not this time, though. I wouldn’t say it was easy or that the shelves were light (I certainly can’t carry them on my own), but it was no big deal. I find it very unlikely that they’ve gotten lighter since my birthday (the last time we bought some), so the only conclusion I can come to is, hey! Those strength classes I’ve been going to twice a week for the last seven months? They work! Amazing, mixed with a little of course they do, ya idiot.
Melvin?
Thinly veiled bragging, She-ra.
Jk, good work. I haven’t started working out yet, but I did start sculpting my arms again after seeing a pic with one arm in front looking more like a baby elephant’s trunk.
I never leave the house without watching TWC and the local on the 8s at least 4 times (just to be sure).