(I went to Target, but restrained myself; I just picked up a few exercise bras (so I didn't have the excuse that my single exercise bra was dirty, and so I couldn't exercise) and a few pairs of knee-length yoga pants (since all I had were winter-weight sweats, which would be a major disincentive for walking to the gym). I think I was reasonably virtuous.)
Okay . . . but I still don’t understand the whole going-to-the-gym thing. What’s up with that?
Right now, it’s an excuse to dance. Zumba!