After skipping several songs on Pandora, Lady Gaga gave me just what I needed. It may have also helped to burn fat recalling that she once wore an outfit made out of raw meat to an award ceremony. How about Lady Gag. Anyway, Michael Jackson brought me home in a sweat. “Vicky is you okay, are you okay Vicky?” Whew. There is a reason it is called ‘WORKing out’. I’m going to drink water. I can’t find my camera, so I haven’t gotten to take my post 6 week photo yet. I’ve got to see some progress somewhere, so I can give you before and after photos. Right now, they all look like before shots.