deep sigh

as if i needed an excuse not to work out... i am the world's worst procrastinator about working out. when i am working out all i can think is what a waste of time. i would rather be:

• taking pretty pictures! of pretty flowers in a glass milk bottle on the windowsill! or perfectly decorated cookies in soft light!
  
• catching up with old friends on the phone!! (even though i have a serious phone allergy)
• cleaning!! (ditto the allergy, cleaning products give me hives)
• mopping!! (epi-pen required i am soooo deathly allergic to mopping)
• folding laundry!! (kill me now, i would rather DIE than fold laundry)
• reading!!! (and believe me i don't read - EVER. and i mean E-V-E-R!)....

ANYTHING!!!! but working out. it seems like such a waste of my life - as Dr Phil says 'burning daylight'. so true! ok, technically he says that about fighting with one's spouse, but heck, it does seem to fit for exercise too, right? it is a total complete waste of daylight.

and now this awful rape on the trail!! as if i needed a reason to quit. now let me tell you, i do NOT think anyone would ever mess with me. for one thing i stink - i refuse to wear anti-perspirant on my walk because i'm supposed to be sweating! i do it to sweat. so yes i STINK. i also consider the vapor trail of sweat my safety mechanism for attackers too. keep away or get covered in my stink and the police will be able to smell you a mile away, and when they pick you up you will be scrubbing your skin raw with tomato juice. number two: i am mean. i can kill people with my eyes - no weapon required. i might be small but i am BIG on attitude! but still.... i walk down that trail almost daily. with George Michael berating Mr Bush in my ears at full volume.

now consider exhibit B. my friend Kyle was hit by a car while jogging on Monday. she is alright, but badly hurt, covered in stitches and bruises and very traumatized. i cross roads ALL THE TIME - and i am kind of clumsy and don't always check. and i always have Danny with me, which is the truly scary part. i could live with being flattened by a car but not so much my precious little Danny Bear (who refuses to wear a seatbelt and i am going to start absolutely insisting... and a bike helmet.... and elbow/knee pads)

seriously, someone up there does NOT want me to work out... so today they win. but i have to figure out how to lose weight without losing my life. it sucks!!!