I'd like to be one of those people that gets up in the morning and says, "Yay! It's a beautiful day! Let's go for a run!" Sadly, I am not. In my house, it's more like, "Yay! Let's go have some cereal and sit on our butts and watch cartoons!"

Yeah. I should probably be realistic. Going for a run would be a stretch, but even feeling like going for a walk without throwing up my cereal would be nice.

I've been trying to convince myself for the last half hour that I should get out there now, while it's not hot and gross outside, but I can't seem to get up the energy to haul my big old butt out of my chair and exchange my pjs for walking clothes.

And bending over to put on socks and shoes? Out of the question.

I know I'm going to have to do it eventually, unless I want to weigh 400 pounds (I'm not exaggerating...I could very easily get there). The problem is, it takes me so long on days when my schedule is flexible enough for me to pick my time that by the time I get to it, it's hot and miserable and I think it may kill me. For reals.

Alright. Enough of this. I may have talked myself into it. Maybe.

Maybe.

Or maybe not...ugh.