I can blame things like the cold weather, the hectic schedule of this City, or the increase in work hours. I guess I could blame not yet having a large circle of friends who work out at the local gym, making a supportive, gym-based social network like I had in Atlanta.
All good excuses, but nothing can excuse these tighter pants. I have no real excuses, except that I simply got out of the routine when I moved. What kind of excuse is that, really?
Tomorrow, it starts again. As a twist to try to avoid the early morning pull of the bed, and the evening's pull of the sofa, I am going at lunch time. Luckily, the gym is very close to work.
I had my last giant plate of french fries this weekend (and believe me, there are some great fries in this City. Good-bye Shake Shack. And Chelsea Diner.... ). I had my last, glorious Billy's Cupcake (for a while). And my last box of $5.99 Triscuits from over-priced Gristedes. The last day of my personal carb-fest completed, I am ready to fire it up again.
Here goes.
