I was staring out my kitchen window this morning, when I saw an old friend running by. She was as in shape as any normal Olympic athlete you might see every four years. Ageless, tan, bouncy hair, perky...ahem...let's just say there was not an ounce of fat to be witnessed on her. (Trust me, I tried.)
I watched her run down the rest of our street (like the stalker that I am) and looked down at my own soft belly sticking out over my pajama bottoms. I scanned my yoga mat in the corner and then the clock to see what kind of time I had left before all the kids would be up. Twenty minutes.
Twenty beautiful minutes...what to do, what to do? Then it came to me. I was on it.
In case you're wondering, Circus peanuts taste divine on top of Captain Crunch.