Today marks day three of operation pick-me-up, which is another way of saying "going to the gym." That's right, folks, the gym opened, and I have actually been going. The amazement! The horror! Stay with me… I know listening to one hark on about her gym regimen is as dull as it gets (next to hearing one brag about how little they've been eating), but this will be short and (not so) sweet (though I'm trying). I'm going to the gym for three reasons: (1) To introduce a modicum of cardio back into a life once rife with it; (2) To make my entire wardrobe accessible again; and (3) To let off some steam.