Kicking my ass

So, I met with a trainer today at my gym to create my new fangled 12-week workout routine. I have to commit 3 days a week and I have to login and record all of my cardio, chest and shoulder presses, bicep and tricep curls, and cruches. Sigh.

Oh, the embarassment of running a gaspy 1/4 mile while someone's watching you. Thankfully Max is a very patient and genial guy who doesn't frown upon you when you're not doing chest presses in the correct form.

I'm sure you're wondering, "Gee, Blue. Why the sudden burst of exercise energy?" The correct answer would be that I want to look hot wearing this:

Pretty, pretty wedding dress

There's one thing that I can guarantee about my wedding dress. There will most definitely be some princess pouf involved. I saw this dress at a bridal fashion show over a year ago, but I still love it. And I still love the fact that HB's sister volunteered to take me to the fashion show, even though there was a nor'easter, and even despite the fact that she had a baby--I think--two weeks ago and wasn't feeling all that well. Seriously, people. Good bridesmaid material.