Thinking about hitting the gym after work today? So are we! In fact, in an uncharacteristically proactive (and pro-Cardio) move, we actually packed ourselves a nice little gym bag today, complete with those overpriced ass-slimming pants we bought on Monday night instead of watching Victoria Beckham's sleep-inducing foray into reality tv (or, you know, actually working out).

However, like always, our motivation to hit the treadmill started to trickle off sometime between lunch and our mid-afternoon snack, and we found ourselves preemptively coming up with the obligatory pre-workout excuses (like "it's too hot!" and "But Wednesday's So You Think You Can Dance night") to justify spending another evening rotting on the couch and prancing around the apartment in skinny yoga pants.

But that was before we saw this.

Yep, turns out you haven't really felt bad about yourself until you've seen photographic evidence that a 9-months preggers Bridget Moynahan has been logging more hours at the gym than you.

So, for all you fitness nuts out there, we'll see you at the New York Sports Club on 23rd and Park after work tonight. We'll be the ones coughing up a lung while watching SYTYCD on the treadmill, and bench-pressing approximately, oh, one-third as much weight as the woman who's due to give birth in less than two days.

Humble pie, anyone? Oh that's right, you're watching your waistlines.