So I went to see my buddy Ken for my weekly training session.  Things were going just fine. I was working hard but I could handle it. At the end of our workout we do this super tough move that involves a combination of me stepping onto a high bench than raising my other knee to my chest and back down again, 15 times on each leg.
The last time we did this I thought I was going to fall out but I made it. Barely.  
Today I did it, and I did fall out.  I almost threw up.  I had to stop. When I came out of the locker room my trainer says " Vandy when was the last time you ate?" 
My response: " Ummmmm, I'm not sure."  Ken: " You're not sure!"  Me: " Ummm, I think like 6 last night...." Ken: "What! You have to eat!"  Random nutritionist who appears out of nowhere " That's 20 hours without food, and the second you eat your body is going to convert that to fat. Which is exactly what we are trying to get rid of."  Me: " I just forgot, and then I was running late. I eat. Honest."  
Anyway, so I got a lecture. I realized two things: 
I have to eat at regular intervals throughout the day. 
I have to stop smoking ( they don't know about that)

It's so interesting how everything is connected. I'm working out and I like it, which in turn means I have to do other things better. Before you know it I'll be that healthy lifestyle person.

Ooooooh, and there was a total hottie in the gym today.  He was working out really hard, then he put on his work clothes and came up to my trainer while we working out.  He was scrumptious.  Gotta love eye candy.