So, Amy and I are trying to get together to regularly schedule a workout. And as I emailed her, I realized that the first time we could get together was the week after Thanksgiving. That seems either incredibly ironic, appropriate, or just plain wrong; I don’t know which.
We can work off all that stuffing and turkey. And pie. And cranberry relish. And mashed potatoes. And rolls.
Man, I am DOOMED. I can already see that weighed-down plate of holiday treats. And the weighed-down aftermath of holiday derriere.
Oh, did I mention gravy? Sigh…
Warning: Yogurt raisins are addictive. It doesn’t matter how healthy they are if you eat 2 1/2 pounds of them in one day.