Frogg Fitness!

I made the unfortunate mistake of putting on my "skinny jeans" today. I am still not sure what possessed me (although I suspect my decision may have been ever so slightly influenced by the fact that other options were dirty and/or needing ironing).

I just hate wearing my skinny jeans, though. They always remind me that they are, in fact, skinnier than I am, and that I need to work out more. Which means, I need to work out, period.

Luckily for me, the cowgirl left behind an ab cruncher the last time she visited--one of two that she got for one incredibly low price of something-nine-ninety-five from (what else?) a late-night infomercial.

The funny thing about buying exercise equipment in particular from an infomercial is, of course, that you are sitting in front of the TV not exercising while watching the infomercial hosts rave about how this amazing piece of equipment will get you in the most stunning shape of your LIFE in just two weeks even if you are a 100-year-old great-grandmother who hasn't exercised since she was born. (Naturally, individual results may vary, and the 100-year-old great-grandmother model who is prancing around in her bathing suit onscreen should not be taken as an example of "typical" results. After all, she is actually 23. Oh, and she's never even had children.)

But the point is, I really want to fit into my skinny jeans without having to forfeit things like sitting or breathing for an entire day, so I've decided to embark on an all-new journey to Total Frogg Fitness. And yes, the ab cruncher will play an important part! (So will not eating, I can already imagine.) Moreover, you, my dear readers, get to follow along as I chronicle my exercise efforts right here, before your very eyes. We'll see if I can look like a 100-year-old grandmother in just two short weeks.

Unless, of course, I change my mind and decide to write about something else. Not like that's ever happened.