More nicer

I feel a little guilty about yesterday’s post.  Granted, I still don’t want to hear a hollow “you look pretty” when I am *clearly* looking heinous, but yeah, it’s wretched to complain about that, right?

So some things nicer:

I was worrying about how it had gotten so hard for me wake up at 5:30 am to get to the gym in the mornings since I’d started adapting to my boy’s schedule.  Let’s be honest, I would generally welcome any excuse to have to miss waking up that early, so it was sort of awesome to just skip out on it guilt free.  But I started feeling pudgier.  And the war I waged to fit into size 8 pants started to recede.  So I was bemoaning this.  What did darling poppet do?  He started getting up at 5:30 to go to the gym, too.  It just warms the cockles of my curmudgeonly little heart.

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