Working on my biceps at the gym today, I noticed a beautiful young lady looking in my direction. She caught me looking and broke into a smile. A few minutes later, she hopped off the treadmill and started in my direction. My heart began to race.

As she approached, I tightened my muscles and tried to keep a straight face. With a smile on her face, she walked right past me. I noticed in her hand – Martha Stewart Wedding magazine.

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Eli finally managed to drag melazy to the gym today for a short workout. I did five minutes on the treadmill and found myself gasping for air and 30 sit-ups later, calling for assistance. These are not good signs. Who would believe I am a decorated cross-country runner?

While the numbers on the weighing scale head south, I am pretty sure the fat percentage is on the rise. I actually had some trouble doing standing side crunches because of the rolls of fat at my mid-section!

No, reading a Martha Stewart wedding magazine did nothing to motivate my workout.