cycle

I'm paying for a personal trainer, a gym membership, and I can barely bring myself to spend 30 minutes on the exercise bike this afternoon ... even though if I don't, I'll beat myself up until 6.15am tomorrow morning, when I'll begin cursing myself for having to meet my personal trainer at 6.15 in the morning.

THIS CYCLE IS EVIL!

I don't mean the bike (although, that is also evil) but more so the cycle of guilt and frustration accompanying my exercise, and to a lesser extent, my eating regime.

Blah I say. Why can't I just eat forever, get fat and stay in bed with bed sores, pop tarts and a good book?!

Adventure Girl is on strike. Or is at least pretending to be, because I'll feel guilty if I go on strike.