You know what sucks? The fact that I can't write my memoir, Baby Ph(f)at: Adventures in Motherhood, Weight Loss, and Trying to Say Sane, any faster than I lose the weight. So either I hire a personal trainer to kick my ass, or I have to learn the art of patience.
*tapping fingers on desk*
Yep, personal trainer it is...wait...they cost money and I haven't sold the book yet.
Is this what educated-types call a "conundrum?"