Shake my groove thing!

My dude/man/hottie is away and I'm on a mission to slim down in the three weeks I won't see him.  I want to give him the gift of increased hotness, isn't that sweet of me?  I did 1,900 stairs in my neighbouring city's river valley on Monday plus walking to the office, practice my upcoming flash-mob dance and working out at the gym are examples of daily groove things.  I am eating very clean with the exception of the cupcake I had before the Katy Perry concert (ahem).  I am on a mission and it's working to have a reasonable time frame, rather than say six months to Cousin Millie's wedding (made that one up).   In three weeks it's very possible to be down six pounds of blubber, have a hip bone or two and have legs that could wrestle him to the ground.  Yum.

I better get off my round, not yet lifted butt and shake my groove thing.