Stephanie Klein recently invited her readers to finish the sentence, "I'm as lazy as..." One of her own top answers was "Susan." You know, like a lazy susan kitchen appliance. Hardy-har. Unfortunately, it seems that my answer is in fact my own name.
Because it's time to admit defeat (for the time being, at least). Remember a few weeks ago when I worked out? With enthusiasm and determination and a pretty cute outfit? (I didn't mention the outfit?) Well, that enthusiasm and determination has whittled itself down to "eh." And I just washed said cute outfit last night. Determination, shmermination.
I just can't seem to drum up any motivation whatsoever. Yes, I know I'm going to Florida in less than a month and I know my body could look so much better than it does and I know my major internal organs and muscle groups are begging me to do it and I know, I know, I know!
Still.
What's going to finally get me off the couch and onto the elliptical machine? I'm thinking money. That should do the trick.
Anyone want to put me on their payroll? I promise, I'll be a really good employee. I'll only take time off during the holidays and I'll never come in late. I'm reliable, dependable, and I can be counted on in a crisis. And I'll only charge $100 per workout. Anyone?
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