- It’s been a rough day.
- Fatigued and slightly nauseated. (Probably the hormonal shifts of perimenopause, or approaching illness. I should rest.)
- I didn’t really eat that much this week.
- I only had two servings of ice cream last night instead of four.
- Forgot sneakers.
- Forgot socks.
- Forgot water bottle.
- Forgot that little thing to hold my hair back. (Who wants a sweaty neck?)
- Walking from my classroom to the office and back once today probably qualifies as cardio.
- Lifting my kid into the car seat this morning definitely qualifies as weight training.
- Other people at gym.
- Fox News on at gym.
- Smells weird.
- Other people might look at me.
- Does it really, in the grand scheme of things, matter? We’re all going to die anyway.
- I’ll skip dessert tonight.
- Men don’t like skinny bitches. Neither do fat bitches.
- Husband’s vows said “in fitness or in fatness.” (I think. Have to go back and watch the wedding video.)
- “A matronly figure” is an honorific term. Right?
- Whatever. The top is the best part of the muffin.
- I need time to write.
- I need time to sleep.
- Used up all my energy dealing with stupid people.
- Coping with stress through exercise is unnatural and morally reprehensible and I should go home and eat a cake and fall asleep as the good Lord intended.
- Treadmill and elliptical machines disturbingly symbolic of futility of human existence.
- Jesus didn’t work out. Neither did Mother Theresa.
- I can afford to buy new pants, but I won’t get this 45 minutes of my life back.
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