We're...

exercising. For anyone who knows me... REALLY knows me... I HATE to exercise. Loathe entirely (totally picturing Sister doing her whole Grinch bit right now. Hilarity.) but Mr. Joseph and I got talking. I've been losing weight. Good? Not so much. I seem to only be losing from the girls and the tush. My two favorite zones. His too... just sayin. So we decided to get in shape. Bad choice? I think so... We're about five days in and I'm still sore from day one and hating life. Help anyone?