We are on a journey to get our shit together. What that statement actually means changes on a daily basis.
- Find S a job (All I hear is 'I hate you' - S)
- GTFO of our family home (We are too old for this - S)
- Get our beach bodies back (without working out - S)
- Stalk New Kids on the Block a few dozen more times
and the list goes on!
Our main focus for the day was getting in shape. I've found that the most effective way to get S to step foot in a gym is by bribing her with food. I'm used to torturing myself in the gym on a regular basis but S is new to this so I keep a close eye on her. Left to figure out this thing we call a gym on her own, S would dart off to the tanning bed the second I turn my head. I did look away for a few seconds today and when I looked back I found her straddling a bosu ball, cursing the day I was born. At that point, it was time to help her off the ground and call it a day. Maybe we'll try again tomorrow sans balls...