I have come to the conclusion that it's time to start working out. Like more than once a month. After a combination of being inspired (read: shamed) by a ridiculously fit couple in the elevator the other day (who Peter aptly dubbed "the more attractive version of us") and realizing that Christmas now falls in the middle of summer and I can't hide the seven thousand cookies I will inevitably eat behind a North Face puffer jacket, I decided I better hit the gym. Plus, our new building has super nice facilities.