First off, eating that much (many?) pickled okra in one sitting is not a particularly good idea. My poor body felt the after math of that one. Oof.
And secondly, sweatin' to the not-so-oldies is fantastic and fun and exhausting and exhilarating. My previously mentioned friend Rose and I went to Zumba at the Rec Center. In a previous life (okay, like six months ago) we would go with a group of girls to a dance place, but it had been a while. And yowza, I could feel it. It was super intense! But it was also super fun! It hurt soooo good. I will definitely be making this a weekly tradition. And if/when I get pregnant, I need to keep going every week and shakin' my thang. Because then, hopefully, my thang won't get quite as ginormous as it often gets and I will feel happier and sexier and not so bleh. Pregnancy sucks for a lot of reasons, but for me- many of those reasons would be negated if I just got off the couch and quit feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully I remember this when I want to vomit and/or die (hence the note to self).
Hm. Yep. That's it.
Oh, and my secret is a teensy bit less secret now. Dang bluntly inquisitive friends (well, friend). And dang my poorly executed poker face.
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