Every now and then I'll let you in on the ridiculous conversation going on in my head as I exercise/cook/eat or contemplate all of the above.

Today's convo, while working out to Amy Dixon's Breathless Body DVD:

Oh no, Mountain Climbers. I can't do Mountain Climbers.

Who says you can't do Mountain Climbers? Do the damn Mountain Climbers! Nobody says they have to look perfect.

(I do the damn Mountain Climbers.)

OK! I can do Mountain Climbers. They're ugly Mountain Climbers but at least I attempted them.

Aaaaand scene.