So I was a little indulgent last night. And last afternoon. Plus I havent been exercising and am relying on dieting alone.
Damn.
I know I should be consistent with my diet and exercise. I know I'm losing weight (albeit a bit slowly). I shouldn't get all cocky and lethargic. But its damnably hard to stay motivated. Plus, with my peers and friends all heading off to gym, aerobics and/or yoga, it becomes a little irritating that I'm at home with my elliptical. If its a toss-up between elliptical and ogling Simon Baker aka The Mentalist, pass me the drool bucket.
I have to get off my lazy ass. I want to fit into my leather tights. I want to look good. But will looking good and being fit make me happy? All this boredom and lethargy in my life, how on earth would being fit help??
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