Desperate Times, Desperate Measures

Grimly resigned to going to the gym. Right after my coffee.

So, I woke up on opening day of the pool with the panic of a kid on the first day of finals who hasn't cracked a book all year (and I was that kid). I have been working out five days a week, eating 1600 calories a day ever since. Three days of weights, two of my Kathy Smith step video. The other night, I went online shopping for a new swimsuit and behold, two visions of the future were laid out before me. On the browser tab on the right was the Victoria's Secret site; on the left was Land's End. Both suits lovely and well-made. One sexy. One appropriate.

Oh, Spirit, why show me this, if I am past all hope? I repent, I repent.*

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What the male readers just read:

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Victoria's Secret blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

*See previous post Gone, Baby, Gone for backstory.