This morning, I am buying a new bathing suit. Not a stylish, suck your fat in bathing suit, but a... racing suit

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We belong to a beautiful gym. I've hardly set foot in there for anything other then Jack's swimming lessons. Since I broke my foot, wearing sneakers hurts my foot. Of course, I've used that as an excuse not to work out. But swimming, doesn't require shoes. There once was a time that I was a really good swimmer. I had a great looking back and shoulders from the butterfly. Let's just say that I nearly had a pass-out moment in Nordstrom trying on bras the other day. How exactly does one get flab on one's back?
So, I'm going back to my roots. Swimming.