So my BFF+ broke up with me last night...

She has a new guy-friend, but we're still BFF (and yes, I honestly believe that).
Last night was a little rough, had a couple beers, went to bed...when I woke up this morning I was like, "Ok, I can let this keep kicking me in the a$$, or...I can go to the gym and work out some frustrations."
I have a gym membership, but like oh so many I've used it maybe 3-4 times in the past 4 months...and those 4 times were in the first couple weeks of joining.
LOL

I mean, what is a gym membership for, but just to brag "Oh yeah, I have a gym membership!" Whoever heard of using it to actually get in shape, or to relieve mental exhaustion?
So I went...got my man-shorts on (haven't bought any girlie ones yet), a sports-type bra, a pink pink T-shirt...and when I parked, I came to the realization that when I wear a T-shirt, I am *definitely* showing my B-cups, front and cente...errr....front and left/right. VERY prominent! Hot damn!

Went in, did a very short, very casual limbering (and
lumbering LOL) elliptical (4 miles in 15 mins)...Bet you didn't know one could "lumber" on a mechanical torture device, but I did it!!
Average heart rate = 155, which sucks. The guy in front of me had a HR of 95-100 throughout his routine, yet he was much faster and a bit older...MOTIVATION!!! That's how I see that! Of course, I need to lose weight, so I need the aerobic aspect ("target zone" I think it's called).
So that was my morning. A new beginning, one without alcohol or sadness. I promise to do this again, tomorrow!!
Good morning!!