GOODLIFE, THURSDAY, 12 a.m.I was there for 25 minutes, 10 of which
were spent taking picture of myself.
After knocking back two glasses of wine and half a wheel of brie after work last night it suddenly hit me: "Terrific. It is now Thursday. You have two whole days to lose five pounds. Or at least three. Or at least tighten up a little." (It's all about the lowering of the standards.)
So I am sort of proudshamed to confess that I hit the gym at midnight and did a bracing 25 minutes of hard-core perusing of the weights and shuffling of the exercise mats. I did break into a sweat for a minute or two, so I feel pretty good about that. Besides, I still have ... wait. Shit! I have one day left to get ready! Aaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhh!!!
You're still there?
Please go away. I am terribly busy and I need to curl up in the fetal position in the shower for a moment.
No really. Bye.