Somebody spot me...

I’ve pretty much been a junk food junkie since last HalloweenCandy. (No, the day is not called “Halloween”. It’s called “HalloweenCandy”. Trust me.)
In between then and now, we’ve had ThanksgivingPie, ChristmasCookies, NewYearsEverything, SuperbowlSnackage, ValentineChocolate, EasterJellyBeans, BirthdayCakeDays, and general snacking in the midst. Yikes.
In all that time I hit the treadmill a total of once. Roughly did about 20 half-hearted situps, and maybe I used the free weights (OK, as a doorstop…but technically I picked them up, right?)
Anyhow, JL’s commitment to getting into shape has inspired me to sweat right along side him.
Yeah…I’ll say *that* is what motivated me.
Totally not this at all:
I gotta admit there are certain perks to treading next to a noisy man-grunter.
Momma like.:D