procrastinators unite tomorrow

Cus' working out is hard to do.

Just last fall I was a work-out fiend. Five days a week, sometimes more. Atleast 3-4 miles... I felt great! and looked pretty good too, I might add. Sure I lived very close to where I worked out, I had a buddy some of the time, and I paid an arm and a leg for the membership too. But now, all I have are excuses... and a lack of motivation. Well, that's not altogether true, I look at my tummy and the rest of me that is starting to flab-out, and think,... "is this really *more* to love or just straight up laziness?" There's also the possibility for love in my life and I'd love to be feeling comfortable and great in my skin... So what am I waiting for?