I think it *almost* counts as a work out . . .

I went *to* the gym. Well, I went to the parking lot at the gym after visiting the grocery store.

I seriously thought about going into the gym and working really, really hard. But it was sunny in the parking lot. And I had frozen yogurt in the car.

No, I did not work out.

Yes, I did come home to eat half-melted frozen yogurt.

No, I have no idea why I can't get rid of this extra 20 pounds. (And yes, I'm rounding down a wee bit--it might be slightly more than 20 pounds . . . )