Friday, June 11, 2004

like the kid eating those peas on AFV...

I don't wanna. I am scheduled to exercise after work. With my husband. I'm going to have to get off my ass and move around for the sake of keeping everything moveable. I used to exercise a lot. Then I dis-acquired a taste for the whole sweaty thing unless it produced a fibery thing to look at and touch. I got lazy. I started looking like a blob of cottage cheese thrown into the cheapest of plastic bags. I gained 30 pounds. I lost 30 pounds. I gained 30 pounds. I am really going to make it to the gym today because I promised. Out loud-so I couldn't get out of it-because I know I would have. I know I'll feel better afterward but I got out of The Habit. I am an all or nothing person. I either do The Habit or I don't do The Habit or I am actively quitting The Habit with Drama. Moderation is for extremists. Oh, I'm already sore. It'll be okay-peas are good for you.


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