Our favorite thing about the whole going-to-the-gym-to-get-bikini-ready ritual used to be scoping out the men. Then we either (in order of office seating arrangement) got married, moved to the gay neighborhood, or haven’t unrolled our yoga mat since Christmas.
Our favorite thing about the gym now is dreaming of the cookies we’ll pick up on the way home. Then again, we could also look forward to picking up SMARTFOOD Popcorn Clusters…and not sabotaging that summer-ready body we’ve been dreaming of (2 grams of fat per serving, yeaah).
Perhaps once we’re no longer busy counting cookie calories, we’ll start noticing some post-workout men in the grocery store. (Except for Married. She’s not even looking, she swears.)
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