I really don’t know what could be better coupled with my announcement than this picture of a baby holding a one armed plank. After years of quietly judging people who do, and resisting, I’m going to try a personal trainer. I’m just five sessions and a mere half month’s rent away from lifting cars over my head! I just feel stuck or something, and like I need someone to tell me to stop eat craploads of peanut butter. I haven’t met him/her yet, I’ve just signed up, but I am REALLY HOPING his name is Vlad, and that he could kill me with one hand, if he tried. Which hopefully, he will not.