I went wogging this morning. I came in. Made coffee. Hubby McRed came downstairs.
"Damn. Let me see."
"Damn, you look skinny! Ooh boy! Damn. That outfit is great on you."
(Hubby McRed, it seems, has a thing for yoga pants and work out tees...)
There is no other greater motivator than sincere enthusiasm from the male side of life.
Later, I'm going to expound on the merits of cous cous, but for now, tah, I have a free day to play with.