A Decision. Maybe.
I think I decided today that I was going to start working out. If you know me at all, you know two things: I don’t work out, and I eat a TON of really, really bad food. And that’s done me pretty well.
Regarding working out — I just have never found a work out or a form of exercise that I really enjoy. That said, I did have a few months where I had a personal trainer (Thanks, Nick! Now, my birthday is coming up…A repeat??) and that was really fun. And it worked! And by worked, I mean that everything just, well, “tightened” up.
I’m not trying to lose weight, and I also really, really can’t stand dieting. (Which is a good thing, because if you’ve ever seen me hungry, you know what I’m talking about.) But, I do think that it’s probably a good thing to be able to exercise, or to at least get into the habit of exercising.
And so, this is a long and roundabout way of saying that I’m going to start exercising. Tomorrow.
(What? I ate spicy Shin Ramyun with an egg in it for dinner. And a bowl of Breyer’s Rocky Road Ice Cream. I’m pretty sure physical activity would make me barf. Which is totally not what I’m going for.)
