When I first moved to Orange County, I decided to sign up for an outdoor bootcamp. The instructor would yell in my face and bark during drills…and I found it oddly gratifying. I wanted to prove the instructor wrong, so when she yelled, I ran faster, jumped higher, and did one more push up. Years later, whenever I'm tempted to leave the gym after five minutes (an occurrence I'm ashamed to admit has happened more than once), her favorite words ring in my ears and I opt to push through.

“That's not sweat…THAT'S YOUR FAT CRYING!”

What I don't have the heart to tell her is that I secretly wish I owned this car…Maurice, the baguettes!

I couldn't dream of telling her I want to drink this…

I'm embarrassed to admit this dog has better yoga moves than I do…

Perhaps I should follow Phyllis' train of thought…

Regardless of how hard I work out, I adhere to the Dos Equis man's philosophy…

Happy Friday!