I've been going to the gym pretty religiously for the last few weeks. I'm very proud of myself.

I hadn't gone on a weekend yet because Robert plays tennis on weekend mornings and I don't want to shlep all 3 kids to babysitting there. Since today's the Jewish holiday, he didn't have tennis, so I decided to leave him with the kids and go to the gym.

It was a new teacher to me, she teaches in the evenings there and on Saturdays. She's the hottest thing. Not like beautiful/perfect/gorgeous hot, just sexy and fit and funky.

I'm *so* enlisting my mom to sit one evening so I can try her medicine ball class.

Feel the burn.