Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels…

… except Mexican food which I had twice this weekend. UGH.  Now I find myself back in the daily grind of the work week. Work, gym, work gym. Why is it that after the weekend indulgences all the progress and hard work at the gym seems to become a wash and the cycle repeats Monday after Monday. I hate that.

Jennifer Aniston.  Are your abs serious?

I mean... in her 40’s with abs like that… talk about some much needed motivation.

I love this almost as much as if someone told me to eat a cheeseburger. 

My latest iPod go to song for my gym remix:

In for the kill - La Roux 

We can fight our desires

Oooh but when we start making fires

We get ever so hot

Oooh whether we like it or not

They say we can love who we trust

Oooh but what is love without lust?

Two hearts with accurate devotions

Oooh but what are feelings without emotions?

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I hang my hopes out on the line

Oooh they'd be ready for you in time

If you leave them out too long

Oooh they'll be withered by the sun

Full stops and exclamation marks

Oooh my words stumble before I start

How far can you send emotions?

Oooh can this bridge cross the ocean?

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

Let's go to war

To make peace

Let's be cold

To create heat

I hope in darkness

We can see

And you're not blinded

By the light from me

Oooh

I'm going in for the kill

I'm doing it for a thrill

I'm hoping you'll understand

And not let go of my hand

I am what I am.