So what do I do? I go pay the muscle monkey to beat me up one-on-one at the Fitness center. How stupid is that? Now there is no hiding in numbers and pretending to do all those bicep curls...I have to do each and every one of them because he is standing there counting.
I kept asking myself - why? why? would I do this stupid thing? Then it occurred to me. I ate so much face being a quitter that I swallowed my brains and have none left. I plan to finish up with the group the last week of this Boot Camp. And I think I am going to "show 'em!!"
So - tomorrow I go back for my own personal beating. I think I need prayer.
Here - have a flower. I like my flower.
2 comments:
Awwww! I hate exercise too. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
poor baby - I would NEVER even attempt to do an exercise class - I hate it too!
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