It's Monday, I'm exhausted, curled up on the couch like a cat in a corner. I've eaten too much dinner and definitely too much dessert, and taunting me are all my fb friends' posts on how much they worked out today, when they went to the gym, how great they feel, blaaaaaaaaaaah blah blah blah blah. Is this what January will be from now on? Will everyone exercise in the month of January and forget about it by Valentine's Day? In one of my darker corners, I hope so, because I have no intention of upping my current zero-workout schedule. I'll go for a walk when I feel like it, and I'll eat properly after the Epiphany, but I'm not going to fake it and pretend I'm becoming a workout fiend. I respect that some people love it, good for them, but my nightmare is walking into that sweaty-humid room and touching sweaty equipment that 300 people before me that day have already germified. Give me a break. I'd rather walk for 12 straight hours than climb onto a stairmaster for 10 minutes.
Someone left an anonymous comment on one of my posts here and it's driving me crazy. Why must people be anonymous? I want to know who you are; make yourself known here! Yes, I know I need to get creative and write something of worth...but if you haven't gleaned it from the first paragraph, let me clarify: I loathe New Year's Resolutions. I think they're crap. I'm going to write because I want to, not because I can suddenly resolve to...
...and here's the quote of the day, thanks to Luca.
“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so?! There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.” - Drew Carey
See you there.
