Recent pics of Madge's half century old thighs are taunting me to hit the gym like nobody's bizznezzz. I've always thought that if I had her money mine would look that good... and my derriere would be tight enough to bounce pennies off of...and I'd decide to go blonde. And I'd be known by my first name.
Since my artistic fortune hasn't materialized yet, it's time to switch focus for a while and get cracking on the physique. I'm "healthy" in the bottom. Even when I was in great shape I still couldn't get much of a handle on the hips/rear/thigh area. Sign me up for booty boot camp. Another gym un-motivator: my face tends to get thin when I lose weight and my breasts shrink. It's a better choice to sit on the sofa and blog, obviously.
But it's time. I've been criminally lazy about it in the last two years and my swimsuits are too hot to be ignored for another Hamptons summer. What a nice a coincidence that my local Y is on the same block as M's apartment.
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