Back to the Grind

It's that time again. Really, transition-based depression can only last so long. So, I'm really doing my best to kick it before my seasonal depression sets in. 

*Note: I promise I'm typically a cheerful person. 

Yes, I've come down with the fitness bug again. 

Or I've been inspired. Either way you look at it, here I am. I've decided to explore this new city I've been living in and find an acceptable gym facility to work out in. I've been doing my research. Also, back on the diet plan. It's time. I know I can feel better on a day to day basis especially if I'm feeling better about me. That's usually how it works out. 

Work outs are the easiest high for me. I love it once I'm there. It's the getting there that prevents the inches from falling off of me. I struggle making time or motivating myself enough to get off of my ass at the end of the day. And let's be real... Classy doesn't get up early to do anything, let alone work out. But this isn't the point. I was on a routine in the latter part of college. A really good routine, actually. It's time to get back there. Get going in sync with the ipod. It's going to happen. Wish me luck and I'll keep you posted. 

Maybe a year from now, when I'm preparing to return to my second Homecoming as an alumni, I'll have a few more bitches talking about me behind my back. For things I can take credit for this time... Yes, this could be fun.