I don't wanna...

So...it's that time of day. It's early afternoon, and I've got to go to the gym.

I don't want to go.

I know how vitally important it is for me to stay in shape. There's a history of high blood pressure in my family, and I'm in a career that's all about image, and I even feel better when I've had a good solid workout. But, almost every time I think about going to the gym, I just don't want to do it. Am I just lazy?

To make matters worse, it's Tuesday, which means that my room is scheduled to get a full cleaning, so I HAVE to be out for at least a half hour. So I really don't have a choice. Why can't I be one of those guys who doesn't have to do anything and still wakes up with a perfect six-pack every morning? I mean, I can (and have) woken up with said six-pack, but it takes work for me to get it.

The best motivation for me (other than the things listed above) is that thirty is rapidly approaching, and the men in my family have traditionally found themselves with expanding waistlines after their thirtieth birthdays. And I can't really afford to have that happen. So I have to establish good habits now, rather than waiting until then...and playing catch-up.

All right, all right, I'm going. It's always the anticipation that kills me. I'll feel much better after I'm finished.