After weeks of forcing myself to walk past it at the drugstore . . . I finally bought The Perfect Push-Up. It’s hard! I haven’t been able to do push-ups since St. Patrick’s Day 2007 (thanks to a certain tumble and fall that banged up my wrist pretty good) but now I can again. I thought I was in good shape but I now feel like a complete wuss after trying them for the first time last night and only being able to do . . . three pushups.

Granted, that was three real pushups, not with knees down. But still. Eep! I am a girly girl! I need to get PUMPED UP. So tonight I’m going for . . . four! Hey, dream big, right?