A tiny pat on the back

I've been in such a slump recently, my routine has consisted of working, coming home, sleeping, eating, and sleeping again until the morning.


Today, I actually forced myself go to the gym - with hubby as support and buddy. He played around with dumbells, and then watched The Simpsons while I huffed on the elliptical, hating every second.


Absolutely symbolic, my gym trips are.


It's alright; I made up for it by eating something with cream and bacon, and plopping on the couch to watch Supernanny.

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