No regrets

Today, for the first time in a few years, I’m heading back to the gym.

I’m a little scared of the “evaluation” process and Tom’s not helping me feel better about the initial work-out either. He’s been coming home from his training sessions and saying things like “My arms are dead” and “My legs are rubber”.

I laugh and tell him I won’t let them do that to me. I also add that they better read my form where I list all of my GETTING OLD aches and pains. Nope. Not gonna make the old lady cry.

I’m also hoping that they won’t be able to tell that I demolished this over the last 24 hours.

Img_0317_2_2(Apple pie made Thanksgiving morning by Tom)

Really, only 3 pieces.

Only 2 on Thanksgiving. (I had to have it before dinner because it was CALLING me.)

Just one for breakfast, yesterday.


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