Cindy loses another bet.

I lost the bet to Patrick. I’m a little bitter but oh well. Thank goodness I can lose graciously.

When I told Ivan that I wasn’t going he started blackmailing me and telling me that I wasn’t going to receive the gift he brought back for me from his vacation to Mexico. Apparently he bought me a bag that has yet to be seen. So he said if I didn’t go he wouldn’t give it to me at all. So what’s a girl to do but to give into the evil of my trainer. (he’s really not evil, he just makes me work hard and sometimes I just don’t want to.)

Damn him, somehow I always get suckered into going to his classes. I usually don’t want to go but in the end I’m thankful because you feel so much better after you go. An hour and forty minutes of torture can really be good for you every once in a while.

Class wasn’t as hard as I thought it was going to be. I’ve been to worse so that puts a smile on my face. I think I’m going to reward myself with some Haagen Daaz Carmel Cone ice cream. If you haven’t tried it, stop what you’re doing and go to the store immediately. It’s heavenly.