Ryan hung a mirror in our rec room several weeks ago. He did it so he could check his form while exercising. In the beginning, it terrified me. I could hardly watch myself as I was working out. I didn't like to see the flabalanche. Slowly, ever so slowly, I've been able to take sneaky peeks and I've been getting less disgusted. Parts no longer move quite as much as they did in the beginning. It's kind of nice to be losing my bounce.
Last night I started a wedding cake for my sister in law, Rachel. It smelled really good and so, I licked the bowl when I was done. I don't care if it's not good for you. I wanted it. I enjoyed it and now I'm over it. Done. Today, while doing my workout and not bouncing too much, I swear I was sweating cake batter. I could smell cake everywhere. It was kind of gross and very disturbing.
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Mmmmmm, cake batter!
Would you please come work out for me????
That's so funny! But really how much could you have had? There's never much left in the bowl.
Flabalanche? I love that word!
And I love cake batter too.
That is awesome. If I were ever to sweat cake batter, I think I would have a hard time focusing on the working out. It is hard enough as it is- yeesch. Cool that you are losing you "Flabalanche." Hilarious. Hey- before/after the wedding I can intoduce you to my basement of scrapbooking overload. I hope you can use some. It is your for the taking- I just don't want to move it and am sick of selling online. See you at the wedding! Cannot wait to see (and smell) your cake!
How did you not lick yourself???
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