Finally hit the gym again after months of being a couch potato. It’s been excuse after excuse from “too busy” to “the cats ate my socks” – anything to avoid getting my lazy bum moving. But there’s nothing like the sight of cellulite for some motivation. So despite stomach spasms tonight, I dragged my sorry ass down to the gym and had a 30minute workout. And my personal opinion right now is that people who say they get a high from exercise are either in denial or seriously mad. This minute as I type, my legs feel like jelly and my stomach is churning. Ahhh.. the things I do in the name of beauty.