FIT FOR A PRINCESS

.. hummmm I'm feeling particularly lazy-girl today. Don't you just wish - pretty please with a cherry on top - that you could do a lazy girl workout and ditch this whole no pain no gain nonsense.

The perfect lazy-girl-come-princess workout would not permit any sweating whatsoever but a glowy - gosh you look fabulous! - blush absolutely essential. The princess no-sweat studio would have those wonderful mirrors - you know the ones I'm talking about - they make us look deliciously svelte and flawless. And the lighting soft and flattering better than a compliment from a yummy boy - half our age. The slaves, ooops! I mean staff would be drop-dead-gorgeous men .. boys .. a scattering of both who can barely contain their adoration and, naturally at our beck and call.

Our BFF would join us for our fab fitdate and, (again in a perfect world) scheduling would never be an issue. We'd dish, laugh and toss our flowy, luscious locks over sculpted shoulders (never a bad hair day at the princess no-sweat studio).

We'd lose a pound or two after just one workout (if that's what we desired), and female staff (women we'd deem worthy enough to work at the studio) would exclaim with utter sincerity, but a wee bit of envy too "You look fantastic - have you lost weight?" "Are those pants new, they make your butt look gorgeous!"

Fabulous tunes, at just the right volume I might add, would be so fabulous they'd make us want to bust out in a move or two, should we feel like sweating that is. Stunningly manicured fingers would effortlessly lift pink why not! plushy soft dumbbells - not a callus in sight on our pretty palms. We'd continuously radiate obscenely good health, truly the envy those around us, actually like to workout (that's right I said like to workout). Our favorite cardio machine would always be free and the intoxicating yet highly motivating aromas of fresh cut grass, peonies and vanilla would surround us like a big warm hug. Our boys/men/slaves would adorn us with cool towelettes, citrus-y rose infused water and the equipment would indulge us with audio prompts, just when we need it most, purring, cooing "You're doing wonderful!" "You are SOOOOO fit!" "You're working so hard, don't you deserve a massage".

Well yes!, of course we do. The massage therapist would know exactly where the aches and pains are and be that in tune with our needs we'd barely have to utter a word for him to work his magic. Yes, of course silly it's a beautiful boy/man/slave taking care of our every need. And why not a massage with a happy ending. Oh la la pussycats!

(Hold on to your panties girls, that's a whole other blog.)