it's gonna be a bright, bright sunshiny day. oh oh oh.

i feel as strong as an ox. why? because for the first time in almost a year i dragged my butt out of bed, went for a short jog, worked four machines at the athletic complex, busted my ass on free weights (may not be ready for those yet), and had the foresight to check out the swimming center for what i plan on being my summer get that cellulite off my ass project.

now, i know what you're going to say. don't work out just to eliminate cellulite. no matter how embarassing it may be. well, while that may have been the impetus to hit the machines, it's not enough to sustain a three day a week routine. no siree, i want to be strong. fit. i don't want to be winded every time the damn escalator experiences technical difficulties. i want to be able to go for an all day bike ride with my baby with a picnic lunch strapped to my back and never once say i can't go any farther. i'm too tired.

i think it's funny how completely unjustified this feeling of power is. like yesterday i couldn't carry two bags of groceries to my back door but today i could carry four bags of groceries and the cart up over my head and into my kitchen. i work out for one hour (for the first time in a year) and feel like She-Ra.

"By the power and honor of Greyskull...We are the guardians!"