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.