I went to the gym today for the first time in a month of Sundays. Damn, I am horribly out of shape. I thought I was going to have a stroke while exercising but I stayed through the whole session. On tonight's to-do list is getting a sports bra so my titties don't fall asleep from all the smacking around tomorrow.
I've finally figured what attitude to arm myself with before exercise: fury. I hate going to the gym; I hate exercising; I hate freaking sweating. But it doesn't matter if I'm happy at the gym or pissed off because the results will be the same. So tomorrow morning, I'll get up pissed off because I have to go exercise. Then I'll be glad when it's done.
And here I am at home and people are here working on our pool. I'm so happy that they're here doing something that I don't care that they have their radio cranked up loud enough to make the pictures on the walls move.
I need a nap.