Having just finished a relentless semester of school that left me feeling like I understand what celebrities mean when they check into the hospital for "exhaustion," I feel lame and blob-y. Motivating myself with little bites of frozen cookie dough during finals seemed so sensible at the time...alas.
Luckily, my fella and I recently tracked down (spy-style) a Nintendo Wii. I'm spending my spare time (now that I actually have some) rocking out at Wii Tennis for an hour a day. It's so much fun that you hardly notice that you're sweating through your sports bra. Highly recommended for those with Nestle-triple-chocolate-chunk-thighs and everyone else with a competitive streak.
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