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Wednesday, September 15, 2010

If procrastination were an art form I'd be friggin' Picasso!

So, here I am day 4 with a shiny new treadmill and guess what? I've only managed to hurl my fat ass onto it about 3 times. Which sounds like a great track record, but falls far short of the promise I made to myself. And the amount of use it needs to get to justify it's price tag. I NEED to lose this weight. I NEED to get my ever expanding back end in gear. I NEED to start training for the Philly marathon and Mud Run next year. I NEED to stop procrastinating. In ALL aspects of my life. My family, my friendships, my all falls by the wayside cause I got some other shit I need to do. Like blog about the fact that I am not doing any of these things. It's sick. I know. I have friggin' LIBRARIES of problems. Issue #1 is worth TONS of money! OK, well, maybe not but I like to think so! Way off track...again... There is so much I NEED to do and I have ZERO motivation to do any of it. WHAT THE AY-EFF? The best laid plans of mice and men, y'all. I usually start off everyday with a "go get 'em girl" (complete with DUN DA DA DA soundtrack!) attitude and end with a "two tears in a bucket" (WAH WAH WAHHHH) one. Where in my day do I lose my mojo? And who stole it? I should put one of those little "If found please return to..." labels on it.

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