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Okay, so I've decided I need two things. One, a personal assistant. Two, a personal trainer. Ugh!
Despite my frustration, I actually feel great, even if exhausted. Just got back from night two at the gym, and let me tell you - ouch. My biggest problem with working out is basically that I'm a lazy person. Half way through, it never fails, I wanna give up and stop and basically go back to my room, sit on my ass, and return to an evening of TV. I find myself thinking "It's not going to help anyway, why try?". Times like these would be good for the personal trainer - he could whap me (and not in a dirty way...okay, maybe that too), and then tell me I don't have any choice. No worries, though - I finished my session. Even worked in a few sets at the "Pec Deck" which is such an attractive name *rolls eyes*. Either way, I'm bound and determined to achieve my goal - to drop two full pant sizes and to get rid of my man-boobies by my birthday in May. No time for laziness anymore! I have a little over three months.
As for the assistant - I could get them to do things like shovel out my car on days like today, do my laundry, dishes, and to clean my room. My room, for some reason, seems to implode when I leave it. Clothes spew from closets and drawers, garbage bursts from the trash can, and a dust bomb goes off. Guh. I *just* cleaned like three days ago *glares at self*. Let's hope I find a stay-at-home guy to illegally marry, cuz I? Am not so much of the good when it comes to domestics. Although, I am one damn good chef if I do say so myself. As long as baking isn't involved, that is.
So now I'm off to shower - cuz, peeeeeyouuu, find at the very least 5 of my 10 research articles, type up two of my five journal entries for Counseling Theories, plot out Sunlight or Shadow's next bit, and pick up my room a little before I sing myself to sleep. Yay, sleep! Rah rah rah!
And also - another new icon *points*
Despite my frustration, I actually feel great, even if exhausted. Just got back from night two at the gym, and let me tell you - ouch. My biggest problem with working out is basically that I'm a lazy person. Half way through, it never fails, I wanna give up and stop and basically go back to my room, sit on my ass, and return to an evening of TV. I find myself thinking "It's not going to help anyway, why try?". Times like these would be good for the personal trainer - he could whap me (and not in a dirty way...okay, maybe that too), and then tell me I don't have any choice. No worries, though - I finished my session. Even worked in a few sets at the "Pec Deck" which is such an attractive name *rolls eyes*. Either way, I'm bound and determined to achieve my goal - to drop two full pant sizes and to get rid of my man-boobies by my birthday in May. No time for laziness anymore! I have a little over three months.
As for the assistant - I could get them to do things like shovel out my car on days like today, do my laundry, dishes, and to clean my room. My room, for some reason, seems to implode when I leave it. Clothes spew from closets and drawers, garbage bursts from the trash can, and a dust bomb goes off. Guh. I *just* cleaned like three days ago *glares at self*. Let's hope I find a stay-at-home guy to illegally marry, cuz I? Am not so much of the good when it comes to domestics. Although, I am one damn good chef if I do say so myself. As long as baking isn't involved, that is.
So now I'm off to shower - cuz, peeeeeyouuu, find at the very least 5 of my 10 research articles, type up two of my five journal entries for Counseling Theories, plot out Sunlight or Shadow's next bit, and pick up my room a little before I sing myself to sleep. Yay, sleep! Rah rah rah!
And also - another new icon *points*
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It can get addictive.
The only trouble I find with gyms is the crap selection of music, so I have free weights at home and do it in front of the TV!
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It can get addictive.
Gawd, let's hope so!