a month of workouts, i hope

I live in the eternal belief that tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or next year, I’m going to wake up an entirely different person and actually do the (insert great thing) here that I intend to do. I never actually do this, of course, but I live in eternal hope.

However, having just come off two weeks of slovenly gluttony during which I blew out the thigh of my last pair of jeans, forcing me to go participate in the horrendous activity of clothes shopping, I’m…not exactly seized. More li...