A few times lately, I’ve caught glimpses of my reflection and worried that I’m just a few burritos away from seeing zoomed in footage of my belly on a CNN story about obesity. The question is, what do I do about it? I’m not going to give up wine or burritos or chevre or wine or pizza or wine, that’s for sure. I used to be able to lose a few pounds by skipping breakfast a few days in a row, but now that I’m past thirty, it’s not so easy, and I hear it only gets worse. So, this means, ugh, adding exercise to the picture.
Fortunately, I have good friends who go to a good gym. After going as their guest to the very nice, new UCSF gym a couple of times to take our kids swimming, I joined with the aspiration of working out at least twice a week. Tomorrow is the big day. I’m meeting two of said peeps to go to a spinning class. Falco is prepped that he is going to stay for an hour at their kids’ club with two of his friends from school, and I am going to do my best to not have a heart attack while trying to keep up with my two athletic pals. I hope to live to tell you how it goes.
