Monday, March 18, 2013
I'm thinking about exercising. Just thinking.
So I'm getting sick of it. Almost sick enough to do something about it. I can't decide if I want Jillian Michaels to scream at me every morning or if I want to join all the fit sports bra models that jog around outside all day. Mostly I don't know how to get motivated enough to commit to something. I think those energy bars that all the serious exerciser peeps eat taste like mud (peanut butter chocolate it says on the outside...worse false advertising ever). Let's be completely honest, I don't even own a water bottle. Maybe I will have some fitness inspiration tonight watching the grand finale of Biggest Loser. Maybe not.