If you want to hear more, you’re in luck. Because that’s what we’re talking about today — for lack of anything else to say because am OBSESSED with gym. (Also am obsessed with Philippa Gregory’s historical novels, which I read AT THE GYM in full-on delirious state of BLISS.)

“Obsessed” is actually to downplay my feelings for gym. Really, at this point, gym is LIFE. See, Gorgeouses, it covers all the bases: it helps me lose my sticky preggers weight (LOVE); it makes me feel really good (LOVE); I have FRIENDS there (LOVE); gym friends and I talk about BIG BROTHER (LOVE) and ROCK OF LOVE (not embarrassed to say…LOVE); the yoga teacher there is DA BOMB (LOVE); and they take care of my kids for me for TWO HOURS (LOVE)! I mean, WHAT could be better than that? (CAKE….)

I don’t know what I’d do without gym….

I can barely survive without Josh-O for a week KNOWING that he’s tanning his sweet arse on a beach in Bahamas….


I miss him TRÉS, but not that DANG blackberry!

…But, there’s a chance I WOULD NOT survive a week without gym….

Now that the weather’s finally getting GLORIOUS, I wonder if I’ll stay so obsessed with gym. Or, will life change dramatically? Won’t I rather speed-walk double-stroller outside with hundred other mothers and my DG sunglasses (LOVE)? NOT THE SAME. What about the monkeys, though? Is it fair to keep them indoors for 2 hours while I socialize and work my bawd into sweet shape?

Today was a dry run, methinks. And, methinks me did GOOD.

10:00 — Walked Rascal OUTSIDE to his music program.

11:00 — Staaaarbuuuucks.

12:00 — Picked up Monkey and gave her lunch OUTSIDE….


I was too lazy to open the umbrella all the way….

1:00pm — Off to gym. The monkeys play, interact. I play, talk my arse off, gossip with staff (LOVE).

3:00pm — Walk to park OUTSIDE. Push Monkey on swing until arm falls off.

5:00pm — Baths, dinner, hanging….

And, more hanging….


I must be doing SOMETHING right…! Woooh!

So, all should be fine come Spring. Better. They’ll continue to have their fun, and I’ll guiltlessly enjoy mine. “Balance,” I think it’s called. My obsession (CAAAKE GYM) coexisting peacefully and productively with theirs (HANGING? PARK).

Oh, carp. Rascal’s looking at me with those big blue saucers now. He should be asleep. I made mistake of making eye contact with the saucers and, so, am DOOMED. Must silence him with booooooobie. Latah. Have a great weekend! xo Haley-O!

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