Our friend Isabelle is coming to visit. This Isabelle. Drop dead gorgeous, fitness model Isabelle.
I have no idea when, but she says she's coming, so it must be true.
Last night I told Joey I was getting my lazy butt back to the gym. He asked if it was because Izzy was coming to visit.
I could deny it, but I would just be lying. And what's the point of that.
Yes, I usually workout on a regular basis. Yes, I've been a complete slacker over the holidays and since Joey started his new job and since I started going to this new gym. I hate it. There are boys there. And it's way too crowded.
But Izzy's coming. No excuse is good enough to stop that plane.
Anyway, back to my story. See, Izzy also made a resolution. A "Stephanie Resolution". She totally didn't need this resolution, but for some reason she felt compelled and I told her that when she came to visit we'd go shopping for more of these "Stephanie Resolution" clothes.
I think I may have to step away from the Mexican food (wish me luck) and just learn to ignore the stupid boys at the gym.
Did you see her picture? I'm in serious trouble.