But I really do work out...

I sit for at least two hours in my car every day. In between these drives I sit in an office for eight hours a day.

So when I am not listening to a book on tape, I am listening to crazy-awesome dance music. And while I listen, I kind of dance. Yes, I dance in the car. Sometimes people look at me like I am crazy. Maybe I am a little crazy, but sitting still that long is torture! Now I actually enjoy my rides home.

The next time you see someone jamming out in their car, JOIN THEM! Or mock them. Whichever.

These past few nights I have been working out like a beast. I had a personal trainer yell at me for an hour, and I am in serious pain. I thought I didn’t have trouble pushing myself at the gym, but after my whole body was shaking, and I was practically crying to the trainer that I couldn’t do anymore, he made me do more.  Yeah, it turns out I am not as strong or flexible as I thought I was.

So what is the moral of this story? Work out more than you think you can! Then don’t wear heels the next day.

I loves you alls.