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I did it. I paid my monthly dues to join kickboxing. That $50 check entitles me to approximately 20 hours of sweat and tears.

Can I just say it was damned hard writing that check. There's so much I can do with $50! I could buy six or seven books. I could build up my camera fund that much faster. I could buy a couple of pairs of jeans (desparately needed). I could buy a replacement pair of snow pants (thanks to my son who lost them on the school bus).

Yet, I spent it on exercise.

If I don't start losing a lot of weight, I am going to get pissed. Or at least a pant size, dammit. Okay, really, I just want to look decent in my bathing suit. That boat trip isn't getting any further away. Quite the opposite.

Which is why I paid.

Stupid bathing suits.

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  1. Laura Paxton1:18 PM

    Oh, yeah. I did that...and I live ON THE BEACH (well, IN a town whose name ends in BEACH)...no bathing suits! NONONONO! Alright, so I joined that famous ladies' torture zone...and paid for 6 months' worth of torture...because I'm crazy like that.

    Thanks for coming by my blog! I appreciate input from other parents! Especially in dealing with my anxiety attacks (in the form of small children!).

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  2. Krista Heiser1:19 PM

    It's always nice to know we're not alone!

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