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I have to leave in 45 minutes. In a half-assed attempt at poorly thought out New Year's resolutions, I signed up for a hot yoga class two weeks ago. I actually signed up for two, then I skipped it last week cause I didn't get up early enough.

Oh yeah, the class is at noon. So that's my legacy so far this year, noon is too early to roll out of bed.

Anyway, I skipped last week and if I skip again this week, they'll charge me $20. So I face a big decision - lazy or cheap? And cheap wins, so in 39 minutes I will be sitting in a 110 degree room, trying not to throw up or pass out. (help me)

It's a good thing another resolution is not caring what others think of me. Along with wearing red lipstick and having some money once in a while and not being lazy.

(As an aside. I wore red lipstick out last night, but I worried about what other people were thinking about me the whole time, so we'll call that a draw.)

Also, sorry about that disastrous Fall Challenge. What a disappointment.

If I make it through today, I'll let you know how it goes. Here's to staying conscious!

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