Confession: I'm a homebody. Okay, that's a generous term. Reclusive would be more appropriate. I guilt trip my friends saying we never hang out, and then infamously flake when I get invited along. It's not that I don't want to hang out, because I do, I'm obsessed with my friends. It's just that the motivation to get moving can be hard for me, loving home as I do. As you can imagine, workouts are hard when you're like this. It's been years since I've had a consistent routine, Bari being closest to it. With our wedding coming up (I feel like I start every sentence that way lately!), I'm determined to change my bad habits. Group classes are a lovely motivation, and getting out into the city early in the morning leaves potential for an entire day full of out and about activities. Of course getting dressed never hurt...