highway to hell

So after my year long love affair with Eclipse Fitness (i will miss all the nice friendly people up at yonge and eglinton), I have sold my soul to the demon-i-will-junk-mail-and-flyer-the-shit-out-of-your-mailboxes-and-stores-and-city-streets-and-babies Extreme Fitness. I can't help it. I need to get skinny and look hot for my sisters wedding as I am probably the largest out of all the bridesmaids. The ugly duckling if you will. And no, I'm not saying I'm fat, they are just all that petite and I will be a heiffer next to them. Although I did snag a nice little photobooth pic of my abs after my run on Sunday. I'm pretty sure they one look like this because a) it was first thing in the morning and everyone knows you are skinniest in the morning. which is great for walks of shame. b) I hadn't eaten yet that day. c) I had just gone for a run where I was panting so much it was the equivalent of a million sit ups.

Work in progress, but I am now shifting focus from my abs to my thighs a bit more. And now that I'm a member of SUPER GYM I'm sure there is 238190238098 machines for each. Seriously, the place is a mall for fitness. It's 40,000 square feet (i think?), and not only is there a tanning bed in the womens change room (uhh way to promote melanoma but i will totally use it), there is a steam room AND a cold room. What is a cold room you may ask? It's where Breanna goes after her noon workout so she isn't disgusting and sweaty when she goes back to work. I'm sure the novelty will wear off, and I will never ever use it, but I was sold and I tossed in my soul for free.