So I won a gym membership.

I know...and laughter and hilarity ensue.

But anyway, I won. So now I have a gym membership. Sort of. Only for a month. It was that or take a yearly membership at a discounted price. Which I would have loved to do, however our monthly budget is tighter than a gnat's rear end. Who knows if I'll even go. It goes against my general rule of thumb...which is not to do activities that make me sweat. The guy that I'll be working with (Yay! I also won a personal trainer! (to be read sarcastically)), Scott, is really nice. He knows my husband. Of course. He asked me about my fitness goals. It went a little something like this:

Scott: So what are your fitness goals?
Me: Well, I would like to lose -insert amount of weight here- to get back to my pre-baby weight.
S: Ok. When would you like to do that by?
Me: Tomorrow's good.
S: (courtesy laughing) Ok. Why do you want to lose this weight?
Me: Uh, to fit into my clothes again. Duh.

I mean it's not like I'm sitting around waiting for SHAPE magazine to call me for a photo shoot (unless they're doing an 'All Stretch Mark' issue, in which case I'M IN!). I guess poor Scott thought I was actually interested in getting healthy or something. Silly Scott.

I'll let you know how it goes. Either that or we will never speak of this gym membership again.