So, here's the deal.
It pains me to admit it, but I haven't been to the gym since before my father died, which was May of 2010. I am woefully out of shape.
I have no excuse for this. I offer none. Nothing I can say or do can justify my laziness in this regard. I just haven't felt right since he passed, and that manifests itself in eating things I shouldn't, and not working out enough. I feel a sense of blah-ness, if that is indeed a word. I have a hard time motivating myself to do much of anything these days. Getting out of bed in the morning would be one of those things, by the way.
This is where you come in.
Take a moment, here on the blog, on my Facebook, on my twitter, to convince me, to kick my ass, to find some words that will get me out of this funk and get me to a gymnasium, where I can take up spin classes again. Upper body work outs can come later. I want cardio requirements taken care of first.
This will be an uphill struggle, ladies and germs. But once I crest that hill, I know that I can do this again. With your help.
Go put on your steel-toed boots and practice kicking.