We made a pact 2 nights ago to exercise more frequently and strive to be more fit. He was working out every night after work and taking walks with his co-worker during lunch breaks when I first met him. He now has a belly from being cooped up in his desk all day and not exercising regularly. I, on the other hand, have never been physically active in my entire adult life prior to last year, when I discovered my love for walking (hence my elephant calves), our regular salsa lessons, and when I finally signed up at the women's fitness club beside my apartment. But as I had expected, I went to the gym less frequently after the initial novelty wore off.

This promise of exercising more regularly stemmed from our constant complaints of back pains and aching muscles. I am so unfit that I could not go up a flight of stairs without panting by the third floor. My backaches when I have my period have also escalated to the point that I cannot even bend over. In my sudden panic over my lack of flexibility, I bought myself a Pilates workout video and a yoga mat. 20 minutes later, I declared myself a disgrace to this method of exercise. If you had seen me attempting to mimic the trainor, you would have laughed yourself to death.

Hence, the pact. We shook hands on it, with spit on our hands (yep!), doing it old-school style. Yay for a healthier heart, flexibility, and high energy!