Friday, December 2, 2011

demotivational

Here's my relationship with exercise:

At work: "I'm totally going to start that Couch to 5k running program when I get home today!"

Leaving work: "Maybe I'll do some yoga afterwards, too! The running thing is only 20 minutes. I could totally get an hour of exercise in before pizza night!"

On the freeway: "That might be too ambitious. I'll just do the running."

Pulling into the parking lot: "Maybe just a brisk walk. Still good for you."

Parking the car: "You know, I think I'll just do some yoga in the spare room."

In the house: "Oh look, my bed. And hey, internet on my phone!"

And this is why the clothes from my "way too big" box are now fitting just right. It's not that I don't want to exercise, it's that my house is kryptonite, draining me of all motivation. Well, that and that pizza night also had donut holes, double stuff oreos, and rollos tonight. I don't buy much junk food, but I make up for it on Fridays.